A very morbid Friday Five, especially for this time of the year.

So you find yourself dead. Can’t control what happens next, or can you?

1. The split second before you’re about to die, time stops and you can accomplish one last task before the end. What is it?
Crap! Like I can accomplish one task. I have enough of them to fill many lifetimes and you just want one?

2. The Nacissistic Death is all about you – in what manner did you die?
The sun unexpectedly exploded. Quick, painless, and never know what hit me.

3. What music/song would you like played at your funeral?
The sun exploded, there is no one left. Well, I guess if aliens were giving us a funeral I’d like Danny Boy.

4. RIP? You can do better than that – what finals words to the world are etched on your tombstone/urn?
“Dead? I thought I was just really, really tired this morning.”

5. Apparently, there’s suppose to be happiness in the afterlife. What age are you and what’s different about you that makes you oh so happy to be here?
I am 41 and I’m just happy breathing. Everything else is just icing on the cake.

Do your Friday Five weekly.

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