It's my funeral.

So, one of the things that I like being able to say, is that I used to work for a Mortician.

This is, of course, referring to the fact that I babysat for ednoria for about two years, and it's technically false --she didn't *actually* become a mortician until a few years after, but still. Is entertaining to say.

And her most recent livejournal post has to deal with something I think about sometimes, because I'm a morbid fuck --what do you want to happen at your funeral.

Soyeah. ( I am, of course, immortal and therefore won't need to be making these plans, but just in case, you know? )

And yeah, what it all sort of boils down to is that I don't want to be mourned. I want to be celebrated. Have a goddamn party, because life is short and it's pointless to get all stressed and emo about it.

~Sor
MOOP!