worm
Are we talking "the worms crawl in the worms crawl out"? 'cause they said on QI that worms don't really do that.
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worm
Are we talking "the worms crawl in the worms crawl out"? 'cause they said on QI that worms don't really do that.
'cause they said on QI that worms don't really do that.
I'm content with it as a metaphor for mortality. The literal minded should pick somebody besides The Pogues anyway.
I want any useful organs to be donated and then I want to be cremated. I don't want to end up in some cheesy urn on someone's shelf. Just toss my ashes in the ocean or something.
Funeral? I can't even imagine. I'd rather not have a somber one at some cold church, though. I'd want my friends and loved ones to gather somewhere warm and inviting to tell stories, laugh, cry, and be together.
My brain first went to "Waiting for the Worms" by Pink Floyd.
Funeral? I can't even imagine. I'd rather not have a somber one at some cold church, though. I'd want my friends and loved ones to gather somewhere warm and inviting to tell stories, laugh, cry, and be together.
We didn't have funerals for either of my parents and I'm so glad. Personally, I don't want one and never plan to attend one.
I want any useful organs to be donated and then I want to be cremated. I don't want to end up in some cheesy urn on someone's shelf. Just toss my ashes in the ocean or something.
It could be worse. My parents are in a box in my sister's basement because she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes. I've tried to be respectful of her reluctance to let go, but it has become quite ridiculous.
My sister and I have a pact to supply drugs for each other's funerals.
she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes.
I hear Disneyland is a popular choice these days.
I don't want to be cremated. I want to be buried and rot as is right and natural. Then I am in the dirt with all my nitrogen enriching bits instead of air pollution and ashes.
I hear Disneyland is a popular choice these days.
Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.
It could be worse. My parents are in a box in my sister's basement because she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes. I've tried to be respectful of her reluctance to let go, but it has become quite ridiculous.Oh dear. Yes, that is worse. Yikes.
I just got home about 45 minutes ago after teaching a full day and tutoring at night and then scarfed down Indian takeout (nom nom nom). I'm supposed to read and grade 10 more essays tonight to get back on track for this week, and I really don't know how that's going to happen.
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Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.t stifling. inappropriate. laughter!