Of funerals and... Well, just funerals.

Two very large A-List celebs kicked the proverbial bucket yesterday. Wacko Jacko left us via a heart attack and Farrah Fawcett via cancer-oh-teh-horror.

I *cough* mourn *cough* for these two whom I've never met in person nor have I a heart-felt conversation/heated arguement with. I *cough* cry *cough* at the loss of these two people who have never impacted any decision I've made. I am struck with *cough* so much sorrow*cough* that these two iconic figures would never be there for my graduation/wedding/childbirth/alien abduction/and so on.

I know I'm an insensitive prick but this from a person who wants "Haha, you're dead" by Greenday to be played on my funeral... Yes, death doesn't scare me.

Upon my death, I'm prolly going straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Silver lining: After hell, I'd be chillin with the Boods, Jesus, Jesus, Mo, Cthulhu and The Spag.

Oh, yea and the Almighty will be pumpin some mighty tunes from his speakers of Awesome.

Shout-out to Ma Therese and Ghands. Whoop-whoop~

MSN Excerpt...

Me:
*trust me to be the eternal cynic about it too
*the minute I stepped into class... I was making fun of it already

A:
*u are more cynical than me
*hhahaha

Me:
*"the white peoples lost another white brotha today. It's a sad day for white peepuls"
*"Oh and FF died from anal cancer."

A:
*yep
*that was expected
*dia dah lama dah ade cancer
*oh u're making fun of it
*lol

Me:
*"Well dad says MJ died of heart attack... prolly cos his nose kept on falling off his heart was all like 'wtf that's it!'"

A:
*hahaha
*jahat!

Me:
*yea well if plastic peepuls can make fun of my butt and how i walk
*i'll goddamn make fun of their deities.