Okay, where did the idea that you have to dress nicely to be socially acceptable at a funeral stem from?

I understand that long ago, that was pretty much the only way people dressed but come on! Let's modernize this shit, people! I'm sorry for your loss and if it's someone from my family, hell yeah I'll be upset! But I'd much rather cry in something comfortable rather than an itchy dress that makes me want to cry anyway.

When I die, if you're coming to my funeral, you can wear whatever. The hell. You want. Cause it's bad enough that the priest will drone on and on about how great of a person I was and my surviving family members are probably gonna have some embarrassing ass stories and there's always that one artistic person that's gotta sing like 12 songs, because they "help preserve my memory." At that point, Imma just pop outta the coffin, "Alright y'all, I died THREE DAYS AGO!! It is time to move on! Put me in the ground, burn me up, whatever! Let's just get this show on the road, other people have to die too!"

And then there's the healing process. Don't go spending four years dwelling on me. You don't need to cry every time Apple Bottom Jeans comes on, just cause it reminds you of me. If you're really into like, hippie things or whatever and you're "watering the Earth with your love" then fine, but otherwise, you need to move on. I'm not worth that much.

Now there are other people that require a prolonged healing/sadness process. Those people meant more than I did. And that's okay. Maybe they wanted you to devote their lives to them and that's fine! Build a shrine, create a gang, take over the world in their name! That's fine! But you don't need to do it with me.

You don't have to struggle into that itchy old dress that your grandma got you that your mom wouldn't let you get rid of, and sit for an hour, listening to some priest that may or may not have known me, squabble about some "she will be missed" nonsense.

You don't have to cry over my death for the next four years of your life either. Don't do that. I don't want you do that, especially not when I'm dead cause then neither of us benefit from it.

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So... There's that. 😂 I don't mean to offend anyone and if I did, my apologies. I was at a funeral about a week ago (don't do it) and I basically wrote this entire thing in my head during it. Obviously it was for someone I didn't know, otherwise I would've pulled an Alice in Wonderland and cried a river. Er, I guess it was more of a lake?

I digress. So, new chapter of New York will hopefully be up soon and I'm thinking of publishing my (Depressing) Poetry book.

Also, I hope to be creating a new profile which I will be using to co-write stories with other people. To name a couple:

spazfordun
strider_azzyyy

Whatever spazfordun and I write it will probably either be solely about The Outsiders or will somehow incorporate them.

As for strider_azzyyy and I, we already have a co-written story that has maybe three chapters that we started almost three years ago. It's titled Mixed Worlds and I believe it's current version can be found on her profile. But it had great potential and I hope to fix it up and finish it.

As for my other stories... Well, we'll see.

-Serena