06-23-2018, 03:42 PM
(06-23-2018, 03:20 PM)Sabretooth Wrote: My choices would be to spread my ashes where I had the most fun.
Crabbing on the York river
Bowling in night leagues
Various female bedrooms,hotels,etc
Family get togethers
Card games and cookouts with friends
Working on cars and projects with friends
In hopes of not creeping folks out I would settle for dumping ashes in the bowling alley parking lot or the York River
Here's my take on the matter. Kinda sucks to be honest. I know I joked earlier, but, even though I'm dead, I really fear being discarded as I never lived? I've done a lot of good AND a lot of bad. But I did leave a footprint of progress. It's disappointing sometimes thinking (And I tend to overthink a lot of things) about being forgotten. But hell, I'm never going to not be forgotten. My great grandkids wont GAF about me or what I did. Unless I did something that gave them praise for being related, I'm a goner?
Shit, reading this? I think I'm afraid to die?
In the back of my mind, I always wanted to be something great to remember. I wanted like my wife to bury me in a glass coffee table or something and hopefully strip naked and sit on my face. But in reality, she will probably remarry, and I will end up with balls pressed against the glass.
Shit, why wouldn't I be afraid to die? That's bad shit right there!