Bwah! That is great Tom. I am totally using that on my mom next time the subject comes up. (blessed to have mom with sense of humor)

'Cause I just *know* that if I were buried, some moron would build houses over the cemetary I'm in and one day my skeleton would be popping out of the ground of someone's future pool site. That'd be my luck.

In that case, going on a zombie rampage would be totally justified.

Go with it! Have a great time!

Speaking of - I do not recommend touching the person in the casket. For any reason. Don't do it.

YMMV, but at my father's funeral, my mother kissed him, then looked at my oldest sister and I expectantly. My sister just shook her head and pulled us both away. I'd told her earlier than nothing on the face the planet would get me touch Daddy, and she'd agreed to back up on it.

I suspect other people are made of sterner stuff than I am.

Hey, at least I'll be a lot thinner!

If things were to go the way of Poltergeist, it's good to know there's still a bright side.

I haven't kissed my beloved deceased. Again, this is so very YMMV, but the times I have been with the remains, my loved one wasn't there. I held and kissed them in my memory where they lived.

Forcing a child to touch a dead body results in multiple personality disorder. Or have we all forgotten the lessons of The Three Faces of Eve?

Anyway, that's what set it off in the movie. I have a feeling in the book it was something worse (that they couldn't talk about in a movie back then).

Hee, damn straight Nicole, I will be much thinner in the afterlife.

My aversion to cemetaries and funerals started years ago, when we'd go to the cemetary and my grandmother would talk, at length, to her dead sons. I was quite prepared for Buffy; even when I was little I thought it was a bad idea to talk to dead people.

The dog is eating a bill. I guess this means that there have been actual cases in which the dog did eat the homework.

Am I the only sucker who starts crying at the end of Love, Actually no matter how many times I see it?

nope.

I have, on various occasions, sat on my mom's grave and just talked out loud to her. However, I've never once expected her to answer me, so I suppose that lends some sort of credit to my level of sanity.

I'm not sure why I find it comforting. I know she's not there. Her body is 6 feet under from where I sit, but it's not her. I'm fully aware of that. It has still been comforting at times in the past. I think when I was younger I simply wasn't sure where else to 'find her', so I went to the cemetary.