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my aunt's wake was on sunday. open casket and all. I nearly puked as I entered the room. there was way too much black and there was definitly a mutsy smell. everyone was all depressed and morbid, I couldn't take it. on top of that, my grandmother gave me a hard time about not going up the the coffin with my family to pay our respects. that made me
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I had my first funeral two summers ago, and it really changed my entire outlook on life (in fact, I wrote an AWESOME essay about it in English class). I would rather not get into it right now, but I know what you mean when you say that something is missing.
I wouldn't worry too much though; if you're all alone and life is getting you down, then you can always go...downtown!
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WOOT!!!!
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