Writer's Block: Left Behind
Feb. 1st, 2009 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I still haven't decided whether I want to be buried or cremated. My Nanna S (Mum's Mum) is buried while Grandpa K (Dad's Dad) is cremated, so I'm torn! I don't like the thought of either. When I was little especially, I hated the thought of being burnt to ashes, though I realize I wouldn't know anything; still, the thought scares me, and brings about, this kind-of evil vibe.
But being buried miles under the ground in a box brings about an extremely lonesome one. I hate the thought that I will be all alone, in all weathers, probably being eaten up by small insects until there's nothing left but a skeleton, but that's still me; Rachel Keyte. hmm, scarey!
One thing I will definitely be doing is donating my organs though!
There was a while there when I told my parents I wanted my body to be donated to science; I was half serious too. I thought, I won't know anything, why not let there be discoveries in my honour, but Mum wouldn't hear of that idea. She hated the thought of me being chopped up into little pieces; what would I know? I'd be dead. They could still have a memorial service, if they wish.
til next time, RdFreak
I still haven't decided whether I want to be buried or cremated. My Nanna S (Mum's Mum) is buried while Grandpa K (Dad's Dad) is cremated, so I'm torn! I don't like the thought of either. When I was little especially, I hated the thought of being burnt to ashes, though I realize I wouldn't know anything; still, the thought scares me, and brings about, this kind-of evil vibe.
But being buried miles under the ground in a box brings about an extremely lonesome one. I hate the thought that I will be all alone, in all weathers, probably being eaten up by small insects until there's nothing left but a skeleton, but that's still me; Rachel Keyte. hmm, scarey!
One thing I will definitely be doing is donating my organs though!
There was a while there when I told my parents I wanted my body to be donated to science; I was half serious too. I thought, I won't know anything, why not let there be discoveries in my honour, but Mum wouldn't hear of that idea. She hated the thought of me being chopped up into little pieces; what would I know? I'd be dead. They could still have a memorial service, if they wish.
til next time, RdFreak
