All I want is everyone who cares about me to gather in a bar somewhere, raise their glasses, and say, "Here's to Sabrina. She lived a good life." I don't give a rat's ass what they do with my body--cremate it, bury it, donate it so science, whatever. Just *don't* sit in a room with it and comment on how "natural" it looks.
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"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Desiderata
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