I honestly don't know what'll happen to me when I die. I'd like to donate my organs, and have the rest of me buried in a nice quiet funeral.
But why, oh lord why, would someone set off fireworks on my grave and then laugh about it, get drunk and have a party afterwards!? I'm not just a joke, y'know! I'll (hopefully) have spent my life trying to do as many good deeds as practically possible, and that is not the way I wish to be mourned. Not to say I want people to be constantly depressed that I'm dead and all, but I'd prefer to have respect rather than humour. Save the jokes for when you see me in heaven. Geez. ¬ v ¬
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