My eugoogly

Today at work I had a sudden vision of my own funeral and eulogy. I don’t think this was any goth-teen residue or even a reflection of the fact that I was simultaneously at work and rather hungover (after four beers! I’m getting soft in my old age! Soft, and prone to falling over). No, I think the reason it happened was that my brain likes to take things that have happened recently (say, late last night), and put them into a whole new context.

As a result of that, I had a vision of a priest-type guy (although what priest would reside over the funeral of an unrepentant heathen like me, I don’t know) solemnly intoning the following words:

“Aimee died how she lived: pantsless in public.”

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