No Funeral

I had a thought while driving today that if I die tomorrow, and there is a funeral for me, I will be MAD. I do not want a funeral the same way I do not want a wedding. Everybody doing the same standardized thing in the same church wearing the same colors to fulfill the same external expectation, bleh bleh. Don’t get me wrong, I love going to weddings as much as I love going to funerals. I just don’t want my own. I guess I’ll have to talk to my parents over the holidays or something, let them know I’ll be really mad if they throw me a funeral if I die. I don’t want no casket. Don’t want no smiling picture of me in a frame on a pillar. Don’t want no lunch after. Don’t want no dead body smelling flowers. Putrid, it’s PUTRID.