by Alexx » Wed Jun 01, 2016 7:49 am
Man, I hear you, Pie. If there's one thing I want at my funeral, it's a freakin' party, assuming I don't alienate too many people (since I honestly don't see family as often as I see friends). Tell some jokes, play some music, LAUGH, ya know? If I have my way, I won't have a body lying around, either. Cremate me, put me in a urn or something, and for pete's sake, glue some googly eyes on it! That's gona be one thing in my will I'm gona be adamant on: Googly eyes on my urn. If anyone has to carry that around, I want strange looks and awkward moments.
Anyway, in terms of "cutting the fat": My collecting habits put me in the same position. I need to be getting rid of things, but it's tough to do. I'm a collector, and I attribute thoughts and feelings to inanimate objects.
"Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that, in order to get out, you must start thinking." ~ Tock, the Watchdog