Leave my rotting corpse alone.
Today I feel like being cute and insensitive.
If I'm in an accident, die from an illness or perhaps simply strangle myself to death for unknown reasons, I'm still the same fucking asshole I've always been. The fact that I'm dead and buried makes no difference. At all.
I really want to urge everyone who thinks poorly of me to continue to do so, even after my tragic death. I mean it, keep up the hate people! I'm not requiring you to like me now, why would I expect you to if I suddenly passed away?
If I die and there's Facebook on the other side (god help us) I sure hope I don't have to read about what an incredible and wonderful person I was and how I'm sooo missed by... "Mindy Could-not-care-less" in parallel class 6A that I barely remember. I can't stand this stupidity.
I do NOT want to be your legitimate reason for made up sorrow or for you to use my death to wallow in a wave of attention and caring because of your improvised pain.
And the most frightening thing is that people have a way of upgrading your former acquaintance as soon as you have kicked the bucket. You can go from schmuck to saint in a matter of hours, you only have to drop dead first.
If it's really that complicated, I'll help you.
A moron is a moron. When a moron dies, it's a DEAD moron.
And the most frightening thing is that people have a way of upgrading your former acquaintance as soon as you have kicked the bucket. You can go from schmuck to saint in a matter of hours, you only have to drop dead first.
If it's really that complicated, I'll help you.
A moron is a moron. When a moron dies, it's a DEAD moron.
Easy enough, huh?
I don't get how someone would even have the nerve to make a dead person his own source for attention.
"If only I had one more day with you."
I don't get how someone would even have the nerve to make a dead person his own source for attention.
"If only I had one more day with you."
And here comes the attention train! The storm of the curious, but oh so caring people who will comfort you and "be there for you". I mean please, don't you wanna throw up a little?
One more day huh? You met for coffee once. Together with seven other people. If you think about it, you barely said a word to each other, did you? SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
With that said, when I die, I want to have the same relationship with you as I had when I was alive.
If you're my friend, you have permission to be sad if you think it's necessary. If you see some benefits with me being dead, it's perfectly okay too. You can all just have a big fight over all the belongings I might have left behind! (And make it a good one!)
With that said, when I die, I want to have the same relationship with you as I had when I was alive.
If you're my friend, you have permission to be sad if you think it's necessary. If you see some benefits with me being dead, it's perfectly okay too. You can all just have a big fight over all the belongings I might have left behind! (And make it a good one!)
But if you don't know me or, by all means, aren't particularly fond of me as a living person (which is fully your prerogative even though it's crazy since I'm awesome) just keep your mouth shut and leave my rotting corpse alone. Thank you.
