The deceased asks that you permanently destroy all and any evidence that this funeral or her life ever took place. Please respect her eternal privacy at this time and for all time.
If you purchased clothing or jewelry for this day, be so kind as to drop it into the furnace shoot near the exit of mausoleum, which is only a pop-up shop and will disappear also with no trace immediately after the close of services.
Remember that Donna spent her last living moments trusting you and taking comfort in your pre-mortem agreements.
How can you be held accountable? There are no lawyers. By your conscience. Idiot.
That's it?
Yes what do you think.
I think you're not dying any more than anyone is.
And while there are those who'll care...
They won't care more than they would for another bloke.
This is precisely why I don't think they'll mind signing on.
It doesn't help insulting them in the end does it?
That is my projected answer if any participant touches the How Can I Be Held Accountable icon.
Wouldn't you touch it out of curiosity?
Sure, I'd wonder how she'd had the spunk to assume we'd ask that question, especially if our signatures were so important to her.
And your answer?
That it doesn't take spunk to know that plenty of folks will touch the icon just because it's there. Right, that part's out of the scheme. But the rest launches as per tradition by smoke signal. Tomorrow at dawn.
And then?
And then, we wait.
Thought to be: Dr. Thong + "Mike"
by Phyllis [trans.]
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