~blue oyster cult is playing in the background of the bar i haunt weekly~ well when i discovered that some folx actually did fear the reaper despite plenty of contrary advice wrapped up in melody, i quickly drove out to the nearest tombstone and asked a question of the lime and sandstone and granite and marble and wind and rain what did they have left to fear ? bodies interred perhaps in negligence to the earth surrounding it in the long term but idk about your great uncle but mine didn't fear shit except for maybe getting a question wrong during jeopardy and the embarrassment that ensued i mean check this out : my uncle don had two fuckin metal legs, missing half his fingers and he was the first amputee inducted into the PGA (Google it but don't dox us). you might not know what he went through in the orphanage but i do. and that's some iron will. i wouldn't test his mettle. i wonder if he would mind the puns tho. probably not. funny dude. still remember his laugh. but that is aBsoLUtEly wack. i still find it hard to believe the bullshit reasons they gave as to how he died. the memorial service was hard to get through. this is years ago, mind you. so many strangers and obligatory' oh i'm family ' comments. i'll bet you understand. at least watching my great gma kazuko eat chicken wings with such gusto (and in a straw hat??) was... humorous in context. sorry GMA but ' omeshuu !! ' is cemented in my mind deeper than the coffin was dug for don. funerals suck and so does family but there are always funny moments and if you try hard enough you can remember the awesome things about them in or out of context don had great legs