Sunday, May 09, 2010


"There is no dress rehearsal for death," I asserted one evening at Carly's, attempting to wax philosophic.

"Well..." countered bartender Brian, "my Grandpa had it written in his will how he would look when buried, right down to the suit and tie. Even how his hair should be parted."

Not exactly what I had meant, but a good point none-the-less.

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