Went to a memorial today.  While I don’t think anyone finds these things fun, it was especially hard because it affected Carlton.

I don’t have much to say, but just felt like I should write something.  Today wasn’t a barrel of laughs, I didn’t feel well, and it’s all a little icky.
Good night.

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  1. Those are always hard. My stepdad died when I was 13, my dad when I was 19. It made me decide that I don’t want a funeral, and I want my wake to be an Irish wake.

    I don’t want my corpse there (I want to be cremated), but some pictures from happy times would be good. I want my friends and family to share the good memories and stories of me over some good food and good beer, so that their last memories of me will be a good one shared instead of knots of sad people looking at my cemetary plot.

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