Funeral Freak

Am I the only one thinking about my funeral every once in a while? Thinking about what music to be played, what I want to do with the body (cremation) and where I want the ashes to be scattered? As young girls, we were supposed to think about the perfect wedding and the dream dress, but not me - I thought about my funeral. Is it about now I should pop a blue pill and declare myself mentally instable? Thinking about marriage has just never seemed natural, and I'm still not sure if I'll ever want to be married. Is that odd? Oh well.

I can sit imagining what it would be like supervising my own funeral - to see what people say about me as they cry. Well.., I don't know if they'll cry, but (with risk of sounding imposturous) hopefully they will.

And one more thing before I'll lie down in the sun (<3), I want happy-music to be played in my funeral - or at least some song that meant something to me while I lived! I want to be celebrated, not grieved, jehhsusssh. Why is it that at funerals, they always put on a tear-jerking hymn or something of the kind which hardly no one (probably not the deceased one either) has ever heard. Makes. No. Sense. Well, I guess that's one of life's big mysteries.


Song of the day: You and Me by Plain White T's.

(Sorry about absolutely no pictures, but this computer is weird. Peace out.)


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