HunterChemist with a heart of AuRegistered Userregular
edited May 2011
I was a pallbearer for my aunt that passed away a few years ago, and it was my first and only time having to do that.
I didn't realize how heavy a casket can be. Part of it was because some of my female cousins insisted on being pallbearers as well and thought they could half ass carrying the thing while the rest of us lugged it around.
i was a pallbearer at my grandads funeral 3 weeks ago
every night since i have lain awake terrified of death, which is certain
I can't think about death for very long before I start to get nauseous and begin having a panic attack.
It terrifies me.
This has been happening since I was about 5. First time it happened was when we were on a road trip and I started talking to my folks about Peter Pan. It finally occurred to me that I won't live for ever. We had to pull over so I could puke.
i was a pallbearer at my grandads funeral 3 weeks ago
every night since i have lain awake terrified of death, which is certain
I can't think about death for very long before I start to get nauseous and begin having a panic attack.
It terrifies me.
This has been happening since I was about 5. First time it happened was when we were on a road trip and I started talking to my folks about Peter Pan. It finally occurred to me that I won't live for ever. We had to pull over so I could puke.
I don't like Peter Pan.
Everyone dies, Skettios. Don't waste time fretting over it and get on with the living part of your life.
My nana and grandad both died within 3 months of each other, my grandad just before christmas and my nana in march.
I helped carry the coffins for both the funerals and at my nanas mass I saw my dad cry for the second time in my life. It was april fools day when we brought her to the crematorium and it was morbid but I expected her to pop out of the coffin like it was all a big joke. It didn't help that the curtains they close make it look like a magic trick.
i mean, even endless orgies have to get boring by day 3
Is this like one of those how long does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop kind of questions? Like how long until you're bored with an endless orgy and then it's like 5 minutes later and you're passed out naked in the corner?
i was a pallbearer at my grandads funeral 3 weeks ago
every night since i have lain awake terrified of death, which is certain
I can't think about death for very long before I start to get nauseous and begin having a panic attack.
It terrifies me.
This has been happening since I was about 5. First time it happened was when we were on a road trip and I started talking to my folks about Peter Pan. It finally occurred to me that I won't live for ever. We had to pull over so I could puke.
I don't like Peter Pan.
Everyone dies, Skettios. Don't waste time fretting over it and get on with the living part of your life.
Like making me a sandwich.
I try not to think about it, that works for the most part.
it is important to eat sandwiches while the opportunity exists
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Quoththe RavenMiami, FL FOR REALRegistered Userregular
edited May 2011
my grandmother almost certainly has dementia but my uncles are in denial and they think she just gets upset because my mom yells at her when she does crazy things
and now one of my uncles has casually threatened to call the cops on my mom for bruising my grandmother's arm while trying to take a pair of scissors away from her
webguy20I spend too much time on the InternetRegistered Userregular
edited May 2011
Yea it's like I'm afraid of dying, because there are a lot of bad ways to go, but not of death itself. Either something awaits on the other side and it'll be the next great adventure, or I won't exist and I imagine that I won't really care about anything at that point. :P
I do make a point of thinking to myself "have I lived my life well? Would I be happy about it if I died tomorrow?" and try to steer myself accordingly.
I know that at some point in my career I am going to see a dead body. It will be odd. I'll be delivering to an open casket funeral and maybe they'll want to lay the flowers in gran/granddad's hands and want me to do it, or I'll drop some flowers off at the funeral directors I'll end up seeing something.
I know exactly what funeral flowers I want though, that's the bad habit. I don't want to die though, not for a while.
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My grandmother's funeral was easier than my grandfather's because it was expected after she had been battling cancer for over six years. My grandfather died in a car accident the day we were visiting their new place so I was an emotional mess at the service.
But after seeing the amount of pain that my grandmother had been in after essentially living with her for a summer trying to help her...I dunno. It was easier because the pain was over with.
My grandmother's funeral was easier than my grandfather's because it was expected after she had been battling cancer for over six years. My grandfather died in a car accident the day we were visiting their new place so I was an emotional mess at the service.
Sorry to hear that. My grandfather died from pneumonia as a complication from bronchitis but he'd been on the way out for seven years, slowly succumbing to dementia. I think the family had come to terms with it over that time
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I didn't realize how heavy a casket can be. Part of it was because some of my female cousins insisted on being pallbearers as well and thought they could half ass carrying the thing while the rest of us lugged it around.
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I can't think about death for very long before I start to get nauseous and begin having a panic attack.
It terrifies me.
This has been happening since I was about 5. First time it happened was when we were on a road trip and I started talking to my folks about Peter Pan. It finally occurred to me that I won't live for ever. We had to pull over so I could puke.
I don't like Peter Pan.
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Everyone dies, Skettios. Don't waste time fretting over it and get on with the living part of your life.
Like making me a sandwich.
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I helped carry the coffins for both the funerals and at my nanas mass I saw my dad cry for the second time in my life. It was april fools day when we brought her to the crematorium and it was morbid but I expected her to pop out of the coffin like it was all a big joke. It didn't help that the curtains they close make it look like a magic trick.
I fear Alzheimer's and dementia
I can hardly remember what grandpa was like before it took him
It seems so horrible. The person she used to be is almost gone, and she's still alive.
Yes, because god knows this is accurate:
Awakening in the middle of the night from a nightmare:
"AHHHHHHHHHHH......I was bored!
......Phew, what a terrible dream!"
Is this like one of those how long does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop kind of questions? Like how long until you're bored with an endless orgy and then it's like 5 minutes later and you're passed out naked in the corner?
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Warren Zevon agreed.
Edit: So do I, but he was way cooler than me.
He was pretty creepy.
a couple of the ladies were so awesome, totally lucid,but just the short-term memory of an Adam Sandler movie.
they usually didn't remember me, but were always great to spend time with. but then, not all dementia patients are as happy as they were.
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I try not to think about it, that works for the most part.
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and now one of my uncles has casually threatened to call the cops on my mom for bruising my grandmother's arm while trying to take a pair of scissors away from her
says the guy who has consistently escaped his since the cambrian explosion
it just like, happens man
I do make a point of thinking to myself "have I lived my life well? Would I be happy about it if I died tomorrow?" and try to steer myself accordingly.
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Hopefully he'll already be dead
I know exactly what funeral flowers I want though, that's the bad habit. I don't want to die though, not for a while.
Moderation in all things.
That being said, I'm not sure how immortality would facilitate your skill at organizing orgies.
But after seeing the amount of pain that my grandmother had been in after essentially living with her for a summer trying to help her...I dunno. It was easier because the pain was over with.
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Sorry to hear that. My grandfather died from pneumonia as a complication from bronchitis but he'd been on the way out for seven years, slowly succumbing to dementia. I think the family had come to terms with it over that time