Death Becomes Her

I spend quite a lot of time thinking about death because why not. I mean, it is inevitable, life sucks and acting like death isn’t the road we are on doesn’t make sense to me.

The first time I told my mother I wanted to be cremated, she responded with religious sentimentality. I get it. But also, I don’t. I want what I want and that is to be cremated when I die.

And that’s that on that.

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