When I die

how's about all of you dance on my grave for being happy that this blonde waste of skin has passed on.

In actuality... none of you would notice and doubtful anyone would actually care. Yes this is a pure angst post. Fuck off if that's all you're gonna comment on.

 

Hehe

 

^ That's just cool.


:cheers: ..Rant away ihmurria..

Though I do feel sorry for her kid.

 

are we talking about anna nicole smith??

im so glad people dont call me by my first, middle, and last name. that would just annoy me.

anyways, i think its weird that like her husband dies, and then his son dies, then her son and then her. maybe now her other kid is going to drop dead? now that would be crazy.

im really lit. and ihmurria, i would never dance on your grave i would cry!

 

eerie chain of events. . ..but i'll still dance

 

Me too seeing that my middle name is "Otis".

 

Just send me a card, I'd be happy to take a runny shit on your grave.

 

awww that reminds me of the movie "milo & Otis"

that is the cutest movie.

 

hehe, milo and otis is a fricking cute movie!!

 

I was lucky cause my grandfather's first and middle name was Clyde Otis, so my dad's middle name was Clyde, and he said no fucking way his son was gonna suffer the name Clyde, so I got Otis.

 

Ummmm does that NEED to be in your signature?

 

Thanks... You know what it's from, right?

If not, http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=218521

 

if we were talking about her, this thread would be titled after her.

This is more about people not being at all sympathetic when someone dies. I'm a waste of skin by a lot of peoples standards, logic follows that they should also be happy that I die *shrugs*

It's a sad world we live in when the people who proclaim to be hippies (which is implied to be about love and tolerance and such) revel in the death of someone, exalt in it. That's not loving not tolerant, that's just cruel. I know I'm not perfect, I know I'm probably not worth the skin I wear to most people, but that doesn't mean I enjoy someone's death when they've done nothing to cross me.

It's also sort of about what you would want after you die. Would you want people to dance on your grave, be happy that you died? (you being rather generic here)

 

I like dancing.

When I die I want a party to commemorate my life, I want people to laugh and tell dead person jokes... I don't want people to mourn... no no. Death is shitty, but it is a great moment to celebrate someone's life.

 

I have it in my living will that I want a huge Party thrown...a good old fashioned wake with drinking and dancing ...I had a great life...I want to go out that way too !!!

 

i wouldn't dance on your grave...unless you asked me too...and i always think that when i die, most likely not alot of people would notice...it'd be like "hey where'd that chick go...ya know the weird one..jessie...?"

i've been reading life after death the burden of proof by deepak chopra..it's an amzing book
when i die, i die..i don't really have a problem with it, i just hope i am remembered...for maybe something positive...ya know...if i died tomorrow i'd have nothing to show for this life...

i have a morbid fascination with death and life threating situations...i want to get shot and live...cause it would help with my street cred...

 

I try to live my life in a manner which will leave me prepared for a death that will come out of nowhere at any given moment.

 

When I die, I want everyone to throw a big, fun party. I don't want anyone to mourn my death...that's what so many people get wrong...a funeral should be about celebrating someone's life, not mourning their death. Death, imo, is just another beginning of something else...a new chapter. So when I die...smoke a lot of pot, turn on some moe., dance til you fall over, and say one good thing about me....

Sitting around and feeling crappy about death and being scared of it isn't the way to live your life...I try to live everyday like I'm going to die tomorrow. Life can be stripped from you so fast...lesson learned.

 

I would feel honoured if people danced on my grave.

 

When a Buddhist monk dies, the other monks drag the body to the top of a hill and blow horns to attract vultures which gobble up the remains.