the finest words ever uttered, and having the last word

100

When I celebrate my 100th birthday, and they ask me what my secret to a long life is, my reply is going to be:

“Just don’t die.”

death

You know, how funeral notices often describe them as dying “peacefully”? Well, I want mine to read:

She died kicking and screaming and really pissed off.

The Hardy Tree In the churchyard of St Pancras Old Church in London,

The Hardy Tree In the churchyard of St Pancras Old Church in London,

 

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3 thoughts on “the finest words ever uttered, and having the last word

  1. Love this!! Wow that tree is looking pretty crowded! :/ I would never want to be buried. I want to be turned into a tree or coral reef, now that’s a cool way to go!
    Now for a cup of coffee and some bacon! lol

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  2. I beg to differ with the second illustration! Black coffee has a number of health benefits, as does red wine. I’m not sure about midnight suppers, though I’ve had 4 a.m. late-night breakfasts before, back when I worked the graveyard shift at a daily newspaper. I think the hours were far worse on my system than anything I ate or drank.

    I don’t even want to think about my “bowels.”

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  3. oh, the obit. I forgot about those. I have an agreement that my tombstone will read “my only regret is that I didn’t tell more people to fuck off” – but I plan to be an eternal reef, no headstone. I’ll have to get it put in the obit!!

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