Or whatever you call it. In my country, Undas (Or All Souls Day/Day of the Dead/That time of year you visit all the dead people) is a pretty big deal and everyone goes visiting their dead relatives and have lots of family bonding time.
I hate this day because I hate going around crowded cemeteries and crypts to have multiple services to remember the dead or on the flip side, just go leave flowers and leave 5 minutes later, going to numerous multiple locations. I don’t just hate it because this is the one time of year my family can force me into religious services, I hate it because I find it really distasteful.
But then again, I find the idea of taking up space for your rotting corpse that won’t even turn into fertilizer anytime soon given the coffin and or cementing of the grave very distasteful as well. So yeah.
I hate a lot of things, okay. #lookatme #soedgy
When I die, donate what you can of my organs and give the rest to science. If not cremate the fuck outa me and if you really fucking wanted to remember me, keep my ashes around or something.
I’m probably just ranting because they’ve made me get dressed and we’re about to go to 5 different locations I’d rather not go to. Yeah.