Off To Valhalla

Well the family decided on cremation for Pop. No funerals, churches, crowds… most of Pop’s circle are too old to attend anyways. When the subject did come up I think everyone in the family is on the same page. No one really wants an elaborate funeral. I know I don’t. 

I think when my time comes I’m going to wait for a warm summer day. Then I’ll go down to the park and eat 10 cans a beans followed by a fist full of pills. I’ll shuffle of this mortal coil amidst tweeting birds, blue skies, and warm breezes…

…leaving behind my slowly rotting corpse to putrify and bloat in the sun… I hope the cops send JL to supervise my removal and Aesop to load me into the meat wagon, HAR HAR HAR! With a little luck and timing my guts will shower them both when they explode! HAR HAR HAR!

It could happen, I suppose. I remember years back a whale washed up on the beach and when he bloated and exploded, he took out flocks of sea gulls that came to feast on his remains and guts rained down on cars in a parking lot hundreds of yards away!

😂👍

Fortunately our Maker doesn’t give us much choice in the circumstances of our departure.