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So, my buddy’s mother-in-law swung by the other day, announcing she was in town for a very special "D" occasion. My first thought? Divorce, deportation, or maybe a good old-fashioned deposition. This may seem harsh, but if you knew her, you'd agree. This bitch deserved any of those three.
But, nope. It was the OTHER D-word. The "D" all of us must face at one point or another.
Death.
Death is a fucking scam. I'll share thirteen ways all funerals are a complete rip off. Dead people don't really give a shit what you do with their rotting corpses. So why should we?
So, my buddy’s mother-in-law swung by the other day, announcing she was in town for a very special "D" occasion. My first thought? Divorce, deportation, or maybe a good old-fashioned deposition. This may seem harsh, but if you knew her, you'd agree. This bitch deserved any of those three.
But, nope. It was the OTHER D-word. The "D" all of us must face at one point or another.
Death.
Death is a fucking scam. I'll share thirteen ways all funerals are a complete rip off. Dead people don't really give a shit what you do with their rotting corpses. So why should we?