I don’t care what you do with me after i’ve shuffled off my mortal coil,stick a lightbulb in my mouth,a flex up my back passage and stand me in the hallway.
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exactly; it’s only the outer envelope. but i still dig the idea of setting up a party post-cremation (w/Sid Vicious’ My Way blasting over & over).
explanation for the cremation thing: if i don’t burn here, Iron Mommy will ship my bod back to the States and bury it w/mostly her relatives (plus Daddy). apart from ‘being’ ‘near’ Daddy, this is s.thing i totally don’t want to happen, not cos i have a thing about being buried, but:
1) i don’t want my remains to be anywhere near those that were once /hers/ and 2) dead/alive, i wanna stay here, w/i the borders of my fave place in the world: the UK.