Morbid Multitasking

Tess doing my dastardly hair while I attempted to do some work.

Speaking of taboo subjects, I've been prone to choosing my own funeral songs and epitaphs of late and insisting everyone should have wills and send off plans to make it easier for the folk left to deal with the decisions in the aftermath. Not least to minimise them having to put up with the daft requests, demands and low behaviour of others that so often cramp on folks' grief.

My latest choice of epitaph is "she sweated the small stuff" while my funeral songs are obscenely inappropriate. But I think I'll soon revise that with something funny or rude.