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I expect all of my friends to live longer than me so seeing my funeral shouldn’t disturb you. And my funeral ideas are completely sane, too.
What should disturb you is dreaming about n*zi officers telling you that Erasmus is such a nice thing. (which happened to me last night after reading a book about Carinthia 1918-1945)
I want something like the lament for Evita sung by a bunch of crying choirboys and girls. And state TV broadcasting it all.
Or I want to be burnt surrounded by men singing of my heroic deeds and how I’m going to become a (delete) pumpkin (/delete) godess.
Apocolocyntosis Laurae…I like it. It’s got a certain ring to it.
Stop being so educated… gosh. ;)
She started it!!! *sticks out her tongue*
Yeah. But I know that she’s a lost cause.
You, on the other hand, should know better.
And you should know better than to expect me to know better…just saying.
I can totally see that. I’m actually getting flashes of your funeral now. This is a little disturbing.
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I expect all of my friends to live longer than me so seeing my funeral shouldn’t disturb you. And my funeral ideas are completely sane, too.
What should disturb you is dreaming about n*zi officers telling you that Erasmus is such a nice thing. (which happened to me last night after reading a book about Carinthia 1918-1945)
Your dream is completely insane. But I love it. :)
Maybe I expect all of my friends to live longer than me, too? Then it’s definitely disturbing. :P
Having one’s friends live longer means having friends until one is dead. Maybe that’s why we want/expect that?
Probably. And also because I just can’t imagine life without you guys…
True.