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"I told you I was ill"
- Spike Milligan(?)
"My other grave is a porch."
- Terry Pratchett.
They could honestly just chuck me out in a bin bag with the rest of the rubbish. I'll either be oblivious or having too much of an awesome time to care- hopefully the latter.
My mam wants a photo on hers I said no way because that's both creepy and vain
but add a little moustache one it
then, every year, come back and add more and more facial hair, untill people come from miles around to see the final resting place of the Wold Lady
in hindsight you might find that post offensive
I might have done if she was already dead but she's still going strong
Also in hindsight I would like to change my answer to
'Kirsty Mckenzie 1989-2089'
its far less depressing. Though that Terry Pratchett quote is quite good...
But This Hole Sure Is."
I was gonna do this thread; just thought up this recently.
unless you actually plan on being dropped into a hole, in which case, awesome
poptimus theres a book about essentially the bumbler and micheal w talking
"ROSENCRANTZ: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
GUILDENSTERN: No, no, no... Death is not. Death isn't. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not be on a boat.
ROSENCRANTZ: I've frequently not been on boats.
GUILDENSTERN: No, no... What you've been is not on boats."
idk why, but when reading that it reminded me of them. thats sad
Just get a dump truck to drop me in.
Is that Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead? If there were two literary characters that Bumbler and W took after it'd definitely be them - twittering on at the side, unwittingly shoved into the limelight long after they've been eighty-sixed.
(not that I will ever have the balls to be this cool) - "We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
and then a big Wu Tang "W" on the back
'i told you i was ill' on his tomb stone. The diocese wouldn't allow it, the stupid cunts. He got the Irish translation of it put on though, 'Dúirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite'.
I think I want to be cremated, but not in one of those furnace drive-thru places. On a beach, or at sea, probably, like Percy Shelley:
Although apparently it takes AGES and AGES and loads of wood and fire to get rid of the remains.