I've been dreading this week since May when I signed up to take the ACT on September 4th. The soft footsteps of doom have been heard down my corridor all week until, suddenly, when I got on to write this post, they stopped. It is in fact next Saturday that I'm signed up to take the ACT. While I am grateful for this extension, it does rather throw a kink into my funeral plans.
I was expecting to die sometime between eight and twelve this Saturday morning.
Now I'm expecting to die sometime between eight and twelve next Saturday morning.
Someone call the church and reschedule, will you?
My funeral service will be held the following Monday at seven o'clock. Please bring flowers and don't wear black.
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Bury me next to the daisies.
(More than usually) Over.
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