"When I die, I don't want a Chinese funeral," I said firmly.
"Yea," The Boyfriend agreed. "I think funerals should celebrate a person's life -- everybody should be happy, and there should be testimonials and stories."
"Um, no," I clarified hurriedly. "I mean, I don't want a Chinese funeral, but everyone has to be sad."
Completely out of sync, and rather apathetically I thought, The Boyfriend asked, "Why?"
"Well duh, because I died; I'm not there?" I spelled out slowly.
"Then like that everyone in the world except you should be sad now, because you're not with them."
So, you heard the man -- be depressed now because I'm not by your side.
"Yea," The Boyfriend agreed. "I think funerals should celebrate a person's life -- everybody should be happy, and there should be testimonials and stories."
"Um, no," I clarified hurriedly. "I mean, I don't want a Chinese funeral, but everyone has to be sad."
Completely out of sync, and rather apathetically I thought, The Boyfriend asked, "Why?"
"Well duh, because I died; I'm not there?" I spelled out slowly.
"Then like that everyone in the world except you should be sad now, because you're not with them."
So, you heard the man -- be depressed now because I'm not by your side.
2 comments:
Funerals should be happy, or at worst, apathetic. I mean, isn't there 'fun' in 'funeral' and 'laughter' in 'slaughter'?
army has hardened you, my friend.
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