It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.
Related Authors: Neil Gaiman | American Gods
Related Topics: after-death, death, funerals, humorous
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