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A family friend only has a month or so to live with cancer. He decided to throw a party to "celebrate his life" and get everyone high with medical marijuana lol. He didn't want the last time people had a get together for him to be a downer, so he said, "fuck the funeral...let's get high and have fun while I'm alive." So no sad faces when he passes.
With respect to my thoughts on death, frankly, I just hope I'm lucky enough where I don't suffer and the shit doesn't hurt. Just take me in my sleep please.
As for after death, I worry about the bad shit I've done in life. I've done a lot of good, but I worry that when I'm at the pearly gates they say, "denied...the bikes you stole as a teenager was the straw that broke the camel's back."
I pretty much think you are reborn as a new person when the brain activity stops. I just hope I'm reborn as some decent fella or chick that has a chance, and not the child of crack addicted parents in Siberia, Russia.
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