Couldn't find any typos. There's supposed to be typos. Maybe you're new here. Everyone else has typos. You need to read the room. [visuals on this are a hospital room with sticky notes on objects and the sticky notes have nouns except while the guy is sleeping someone switches all the sticky notes onto the wrong objects, cuz the guy in the bed doesn't have enough problems already] [plus someone has stuck people's wrong pronouns on their backs]
My concern is that a song like that could saddle survivors with a lifetime of inflated electric-utility bills. Dying people should be more considerate. Plus you can imagine the temptation a few months after the funeral to switch out the 100-watt bulb to a 60. Then you got survivor guilt, which is like insult to injury.
"Little things mean a lot." Including decisions. Note to self: Make note on that.
I like how many layers of notes are going on here.
I noted Alexander's response here. I should put it on a sticky note to add a layer of meaning.
I dunno... Has big wave-lighters-in-the-air vibes and a guitar solo. Could've been cool (but glad it didn't happen)...
Haha, the right lighting production and choreography could have brought the event to life (no pun intended).
A flamethrower could do the job.
We’re glad you survived and didn’t play that song. Especially that song.
I'm sure that song has its fans... I am just not one of them, haha.
Thank you for taking the time to check this piece out! I appreciate you :)
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Couldn't find any typos. There's supposed to be typos. Maybe you're new here. Everyone else has typos. You need to read the room. [visuals on this are a hospital room with sticky notes on objects and the sticky notes have nouns except while the guy is sleeping someone switches all the sticky notes onto the wrong objects, cuz the guy in the bed doesn't have enough problems already] [plus someone has stuck people's wrong pronouns on their backs]
When it comes to cancer, I'm guessing that big things mean a lot.
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Puts the fun back in funeral.
My concern is that a song like that could saddle survivors with a lifetime of inflated electric-utility bills. Dying people should be more considerate. Plus you can imagine the temptation a few months after the funeral to switch out the 100-watt bulb to a 60. Then you got survivor guilt, which is like insult to injury.