One of my kids who died last week told me a few weeks ago that he and his friends had made a pact that when he died, he wanted to be cremated and to be rolled in a joint and smoked. So he could live on. Unfortunately, his mom sorta freaked out and won't let any even look at his ashes sideways. Another, who died two years ago, was buried in a pine box. She went to an art school and at the service, they had Sharpies, paints and brushes and her friends muraled the entire casket.
Not sure how this got serious. The sandwich that spawned this thread last night was orgasmic
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand