  So, I Saw A Dead Guy Today. For real. I had to take a delivery to a certain mortuary today, which is not unusual. There was a family there doing the whole prefuneral thing, I didn't see them but the lady I went to see wasn't available because she was with that family, no big deal.
I gave the delivery to someone else and split. On my way out I glanced to my right and there was a fucking dead guy in a coffin. You'd think they would, oh I don't know, close the fucking door. I don't like dead people. I didn't look at my grandma at her funeral, nor did I look at my aunt. I don't feel the need to look at dead people for any reason, I don't know why people do. It must be a sense of closure or something.
The whole thing freaked me out, how can you prepare for something like that? You don't go out to your car anticipating the viewing of a dead person. I'm not scarred or anything, but it still wasn't cool. At least I didn't kill any of my friends in my dreams. 
