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Going out in style, I'd say. r in w.

Actually, after I die, I don't much care what anyone does for/to me.

I wrote a cutsy little poem once entittled: "Scatter my ashes on a compost pile". I was kinda poking fun at the folks that want so much done for them after they pass. I believe that what you do for a person while they are living, you do for them. What you do after they pass, you are doing for yourself.

Scatter my ashes on a compost pile,
with some garden litter and trash.
Pour on a little nitro,
to make it heat up fast.

Turn it once, again, and trice,
and when it comes complete......

Do they load tampons?

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Originally posted by tin can:
Do they load tampons?

Nice!!

I like Johnny Carson's take on it; "Just put me in a Hefty bag and stick me on the curb. Come Thursday I'm the city's problem."

there's not much in (or after) life these days that someone isn't willing to try and make a buck on...