Putting the Fun in FuneralSome deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
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chthonic, Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
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HeadsI drove to a friend's party, where I'd been assured that if I got really pissed/stoned, there'd be a comfy couch/bed/beanbag for me to flop onto. It was a pretty good party - I met an amazingly attractive guy who appeared to rejoice in the name "Fucker" (Volkar, he was German), drank my own and everyone else's beer, and nibbled on some of the host lady's awful attempts at hash cookies (which were basically heads dipped in chocolate - not successful on a eating level but very stoney). Having failed to cop off with Fucker and being kinda tight-faced as eating heads dipped in chocolate will do, I sobered up a wee bit and drove home at 3am, very, very slowly.
The next morning I checked my SMS's, and opened one from Mum. "Your cousin Jason has been killed in a car accident. Please drive carefully." Hmmmmkay then.
I wasn't asked to the funeral, which was 800km away. As Mum explained, "I knew you hated him, and your sister's main memory of him was him trying to rape her."
(, Sat 13 May 2006, 2:58, Reply)
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