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Time Traveler's Guide To Planning Funerals

We should whisper our prayers tonight before we go to bed tonight our souls shall slumber onto the brink of eternity in God’s home filled with his many mansions tomorrow morning is coming time to plan our burial our hollowed bones and mundane flesh will be incinerated into a rubble of floured ashes diffused into the bowels of the ocean’s depths the residue of our mundane mortality left behind on the pastures of this broken down, sinful, sadistic world

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