Living art by pfgpowell

I DON’T know why everyone makes out funerals are sad. You lived, then you died. OK, it’s sad when a kid passes or when a mom dies young leaving behind a brood, Yeah, that’s sad. But when you’re eighty, ninety? What do you expect? Seventy even or sixty? You smoked too much, you got fat,...

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