tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854059877164798678.post7710466248705370691..comments2024-01-17T17:52:42.784-06:00Comments on Tales of Unspeakable Taste: GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #247: MORTALITYJohn Brunihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08024224090821626303noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854059877164798678.post-23010539620030039112017-01-10T16:40:01.174-06:002017-01-10T16:40:01.174-06:00BWAHAHAHAHA!!! OMFG, just tell yourself that's...BWAHAHAHAHA!!! OMFG, just tell yourself that's not something your mom wants to see. You better not look down on me when I'm watching porn if you die! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15472296245189835983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854059877164798678.post-54191364946100856672017-01-10T12:13:29.439-06:002017-01-10T12:13:29.439-06:00I'm sorry about your loss, and I would have de...I'm sorry about your loss, and I would have definitely been down for that beer. As for having our dead relatives looking down on us, that's a pretty good feeling for most things, like when you accomplish something cool, but the idea of my mom looking down on me while I'm watching porn . . . When I die, I'm going to be grounded for after-life.John Brunihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08024224090821626303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3854059877164798678.post-43922116609142606052017-01-10T01:48:48.467-06:002017-01-10T01:48:48.467-06:00I know we've never met in person. For all you ...I know we've never met in person. For all you know I'm some crazy person who would fuck with you if I had a real chance to. To be fair, for that matter, vice/versa. Chris and I drove to Pekin, IL in 2015. Had you & I been acquainted then, I would have asked if you wanted meet us halfway for a beer before we headed back home to AL. Had I known you were in the hospital so long I would have sent flowers with a goofy card to cheer you up. As soon as you told me why you were there, I looked up home remedies for your ailment and then realized you could look that up yourself. I don't have to be "the peanut gallery" all the time. If you want a homeopathic alternative to prescription meds, you're a big boy and I don't have to "mother hen" you. That's just the way I am. But it makes me slightly tear up when anyone I enjoy online talks about their imminent death. I know we all will die, but I think about this subject too much on my own, no one else should talk about it "out loud." We watched the college championship football game tonight. I cheered for Alabama because my former mother-in-law lived for that shit. She died in September and I sat on my couch holding my urn of her ashes, (I posted a pic on Twitter), sitting beside her sex offending, smegma snorting, piece of shit son's urn of her ashes. (He hasn't bothered to get his portion of his mother's remains from me.) I sure hope she was looking up or down and saw me wearing her hat and jumping up and down with her urn, only because she would have cared about that football game. I don't give a shit. I don't care if it's "hell", "heaven", or "VIP purgatory", the people who are left when we're gone need to believe we're somewhere. We should always act like those we have loved and lost are watching us. Wouldn't it suck if we could see after we're dead and all our friends are acting like they don't care and never tell us they care because we didn't think it would matter? We don't know what happens after this. I don't care how many books are written about people who "came back to life", we really don't know. I've lost people. When I see or feel something that makes me think of them, I tell them. When I dream about them, I thank them for coming to me in my sleep. Because if it's really them, it would suck to find out I ignored them. If there's anything you ever need in the way of encouragement or just someone to vent to, hit me up on the DM's. If death decides to take you from this world, I won't hesitate to mutter downwards (heehee) if I see something that seems like something you would get a kick out of. ;-) Take heart John Bruni, I will still share dirty jokes and toast you with drinks if you ever pass on... whether you're watching or not. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15472296245189835983noreply@blogger.com