Rather depressing. I know. But rather well written, I would like to think.

While sitting in front of my computer today, working on some biology, and listening to Mumford and Sons, I started thinking. Well, thinking about more than ions in everyday life. I started thinking about death. The reason this came up in my mind is because I am currently reading an excellently written fanfiction, where one of the characters dies. The theme for the whole story is the song, After the Storm by Mumford and Sons. There. Now you have back story. Let's continue.

I started thinking about death. Now, my mom has said time and time again, "Sky burials are illigal in the US, so just stick me in the ground wrapped in a sheet when I die." Now you probably think she is the weirdest person, and I used to, too. That was until I really thought about it. She is a self proclaimed tree hugger, and thinks coffins were the stupidest things. "Why should I be preserved in a $1,000 coffin, pumped full of formaldehyde? I am dead. Who am I going to impress? Grave robbers?" I just laughed it off and chalked it up to her being her. She seriously has a point though.

...And that is where I started thinking. I realized I probably am going to want the same thing as her. That or cremation and my ashed dumped somewhere like the ocean. One of the reasons is that everyone makes funerals so depressing. I went to one for my Great-Grandpa recently, in which I sung at. I hated the song. Hated that is wasn't really related to death at all until the last part. Most of all, I hated it, because when I have to perform something, I usually end up hating it at the end because I have rehearsed it so much. I didn't actually mind the song, even though it was country. Now, whenever I hear that song, I get terribly depressed. Seriously. If I am going to have a funeral at all, they will be cranking out Ozzie, Aerosmith, Alice Cooper, you know, not depressing, and overall, a lot more fun to listen to than Amazing Grace for the 27th time. There will be balloons, and singing, and fun. I would like to think that my friend would be like, Thank gosh, she is gone. She will stop stealing my soda. I mean, I know it is a funeral, but we don't have to be depressed. (I think that is a line in a movie...) Trust me. If any of you die. I am coming, with my party playlist, and I am going to crack all the jokes I can.

Another thing is that I am terrified of funeral homes, and even more so of cemeteries. I have seen spirits (Don't laugh! I have! When you do, you will flip your shit like I actually didn't...but that is another story). Cemeteries and me. Don't mix. At all.

So...yeah. Don't bury me in a coffin. Ever. Or I will come haunt you. Don't put it past me. I will. Either way. It is probably just the overcast weather affecting me. That happens when it is just overcast. Not raining, not sunny, just, blah. Great, and I want to move to London...how is that going to work...Well, I got to go. I have Tae Kwon Do pictures soon, and I still have to get dressed. Bye! :D