I think it's actually impossible to do so. The one in the middle is my dad. Left and Right are my aunts Susan and Nancy respectively. A few weeks ago Nancy passed away. A lot of people don't seem to mind. I hadn't seen her since I was maybe 8 years old even though she didn't live very far at all. The older I get the more I realize that the only thing that really seems to matter is the quality of your friends and the time you spend with them. It sounds corny but whatever. It'd mean a lot to me if I thought I had good enough friends to throw me a party for me when I die. Who wants to go to a funeral and get buried in the ground? Burn me, put my ashes under a sapling, and drink till you can't stand.
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