So, I was having a morbid thought the other day.
Forgive me, but sometimes I dwell on my own mortality. I don't know if that makes me in tune with my humanity or just very morose. At any rate, I decided I don't have anything to wear to my own funeral.
Should I die today, my mom would be left in quite a predicament.
I have a great black dress, but it's sleeveless, and I operate on the rule of thumb that less is more when it comes to exposing the flesh of a dead body.
I could go with the casual look (my jeans, a nice Banana Republic, black wool sweater and some boots) but I don't know that I want to spend all eternity looking like I'm gearing up for a round at the neighborhood watering hole.
The dress I wore in my sister's wedding is stunning. Navy blue silk with a darling blue and white gingham sash, but again, that whole showing skin thing comes into play. I have another bridesmaid dress that could be pulled in to the equation, but I have to say it's just hideous. Though that would be punishment enough for my worldly sins, I'm going to have to neg that choice.
Perhaps I could go with my Halloween costume. Blue Saran Wrap is the best way to preserve chicken breast, how about dead breast?
I can't believe I spent a good 20 minutes on my couch thinking about this dilemma. I guess I just can't die any time soon.
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