I was gonna take a funny picture of me squatting next to my mother’s mausoleum plaque in these great sunglass I bought, but there’s a mourning family like ten feet away and I’m pretty sure they already heard me say, “Whatcha’ been up to, you dusty old slut?” when I walked in, so I decided to behave like a person for two minutes. Happy Mother’s Day.
When I was 16-19 I worked as a hostess/parking lot attendant at a funeral home and my boss told me (and I quote) “you get a friends and family discount but once you quit you won’t get it anymore so make sure you use it.” And to this day nothing has ever been funnier to me
A week after I got the job I accidentally spilled someone’s ashes on myself and my manager told me not to worry about it because they had spare ashes in the back room
The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?