Nothing I love more than someone who knows how to leave on a high note. These folks lived, laughed, loved, and then got one last laugh. I only hope when my times comes I can do the same, because when it’s all said and done how do you want to be remembered? Do you want to be a plain old born-died “loving parent” headstone? BORING. Or do you want to be the reason someone has an inappropriate chuckle in the cemetery. I choose the latter.
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