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[unknownfate]

Good news! Got the splinter out of my foot. It's been there for a few days. I picked at it until it got sore and then limped for a few days until it worked its way back to the surface. It's out now! Huzzah. Also, got my computer back. My arm is complete again.

Bad news... Inlaws. Yee-eeesh.

Weird news? I went to a wake for one of my Dad's cousins this evening. I had never met the poor lady, but there were some characters at her wake I won't soon forget. The first person I saw going into the room was an older man in full black leather biker regalia, down to the gloves. He had a full beard, long ponytail, and a cane with a golden cobra head on it. There was also a second cousin that I mistakenly thought was a woman for the first hour, only to be told later that she was the oldest son. Oops. I did make some decisions about my own future funeral, though. 1. Closed casket, because I don't want relatives petting my corpse. And 2. There should be food. Good food. And lots of it. Like a buffet.

Comments

[slayersyrena.livejournal.com]

I'm really curious about the inlaws comment. What's going on there?

That biker guy sounds like a real character. We have a lot of characters out here too. It's fun.

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

Mrrh. Just was regaled with some stories about what jerks the people who married some of my relatives are. Not that some of my relatives aren't also jerks, but yeesh. And then have another relative chime in to top the previous story? Yikes.

[slayersyrena.livejournal.com]

Oh gee. Yeah, it's hard to fit into another family at first. Thankfully my in-laws are awesome- it's like they were always family now.

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

These particular jerks have been in the family longer than I have. However, their jerk levels have been kept high enough that early jerkiness was never forgotten, or apparently forgiven. Because it is still being grumbled about 40 years later.

[casinoland.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be cremated and mixed with pottery clay and made into cofffee mugs.

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

I've considered cremation. Not coffee mugs, though.

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[siarwenevenstar.livejournal.com]

... if you die before I do, come haunt me good. But make sure I know it's you. I don't want to have to get the salt and rosemary and amythst out for nothing. When I die, I am going to insist that everybody come to my funeral in ballgowns. Even the men. Maybe especially the men.

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[bane-6.livejournal.com]

In one of the Sweet Potato Queen books, one of them threatens to bury a misbehaving friend in a biege pantsuit that's two sizes too small so she'd look fat. Then they'd set up a recording of her voice to say things like "Thanks for coming!", "Cute shoes!" and "Tell your mom I said Hi!" to the funeral guests. I think I'm gonna use that threat on my sisters.