funeral [Theme]

A person who cannot arouse in himself a healthy curiosity about everything terrible must die and receive the right to a funeral.

- No problem, and then I'll sell you to medical school to pay off my debts.

The survey showed that communicating with the crowd is the number one fear for people. Fear number two is death. Seriously, think about it. This means that most people at a funeral would rather be in a coffin.

After the funeral of the parents, we will blame everything on the children.

I survived my own funeral, the only pity is that by this time I had not yet died.

And I turned any holiday, coming, into a routine.

No one mourns at a funeral like the dead themselves.

In the days before the funeral, I stood for long hours at the coffin and looked at the people passing through the Hall of Columns. They behaved differently. Who carried flowers, who looked with curiosity, many cried. I was frightened because my own feelings were contradictory: I felt pain and relief at the same time, scolding myself for being a bad daughter. For some reason I thought that if I had been born in the shack of an obscure Georgian shoemaker, how easy and natural it would have been for me, along with others, to hate that distant tyrant, his party, his deeds and words. Is it not clear where is black and where is white? But I was born his daughter. Beloved in childhood ... A strange thought ...

But life is not a myth.

Talking to themselves about the days of love and glory...

A funeral is a ceremony. In this regard, I like the culture of other countries more. For example, in Bali it is a holiday, because it is believed that a person goes to the best world. Everyone is crying. When a person dies in Tyumen, everyone also cries. They cry because they are not.

Yalta!

food! It still seems to me that it was the men who came up with the idea that there can be food in the bouquets, because any woman perfectly understands that a beer snack is not a gift. Have you seen these edible sausage bouquets? What it is? In the bouquet there is cervelat, a pork knuckle, a pork head, a pork ass ... They just blown up a pig and put it in kraft paper! Here you go - a bouquet for the vegan's funeral!

I don't want to sound like a jen, but I'm irresistible in black.