I see that Kaijun finds my loneliness hilarious enough. Seeing it from my angle, things are simply not quite as cheery.I am going to buy myself a pot of petunia. I love flowers, and I wouldnt mind a bed of petunia on my grave when I am dead and long gone.
But petunia may not take too kindly to our climate and a garden lawn for my weary bones is a little too opulent for my shallow pocket. In all likelihood a single stalk crysenthemum would be all I will get to adorm my solitary niche.
Perhaps I am a little morbid. But death being my ultimate end deserves some thinking over. I dont think I like it very much being six feet under. Neither would I fancy a small niche or a tiny urn.
Do dead people get claustrophobic?
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