Alright, let's keep this entry short and be relatively quick in transmitting thoughts of ultimate constipation.
Have you ever thought what kind of weather would have on your funeral day? Not what kind of weather you wish to have. What kind of weather it would have. Just a wild guess. Have you ever thought how many people would show up? Again not how many people you wish they showed up. How about what they'll be talking about. Would there be any pass outs from any of your relatives? Would anyone cry or would anyone do an exaggerated fake/ selfish cry not because they'll miss you (which again is selfish) but because they lost something, like they cried when they were five and they lost their favorite toy. How about who would read your obituary? Would even anyone write you an obituary? What would it say? Would it be long, short, funny, weird, absolutely boring or cliché reminding everyone the good things you did leaving out all the shitty things you did. Is there really such thing, as “life flashing before your eyes" kind of experience or it's all just a bunch of bullshit to romanticize death?
If you haven't had thought of these questions until now, well now you have or you will start thinking of them.
p.s: yah beechez etc etc
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