I hate funerals. I hate crowds. I hate people who stand in my personal space. I hate being touched by people I don’t know. I hope that when I die my wife illegally disposes of my body and takes the $$$ she would have spent on me and blows it on slot machines instead, which strikes me as being much more sensible. Funerals should be against the law.
Hitting the CPZ stash and going to bed. Hope the whispering dies down by morning. Frak.