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Childhood Friend(TM) came in while I was making a tape o'shame for my walkman. She looked sadly at me through my stuttering explanations such as "Shut Up!" "It ate my brain!" "Stop looking at me like that!". Even though I had told her previously about the whole boyband thing. Well, not in detail. Obviously.

No corpse today. Corpse yesterday, hopefully no corpse tomorrow.

I walk past a funeral parlor every day on the way to the train station. Some days, the hearse is all pulled out of the garage and blocking my way so I have to go around it. Yesterday the hearse had the coffin in the back. It's one of those hearses with the glass on the sides so you can see through and this coffin had a nice flower arrangement happening, so it's all a bit morbid of me as I walk past going "oooh. Dead Guy". But nothing compares to the night I was walking home and there was a woman all dressed in mourning black in the garage of the funeral parlor burning incense and scattering ashes all around. Seriously. I could not make this shit up.

If I die tomorrow, cremate me, but please pick a nicer place than a garage or a driveway to scatter me.