23. Nashville, Tennessee.
Black metal asshole.
It’s been some time since I had any drive to do anything with myself. For too many years, I’ve sat back and been content to reap the mediocre benefits of life in retail. But then a friend asked me, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” The fact that I had once been so driven, but now found myself without ambition was a startling realization, and I set out to do something about it. Where I landed was a career path that I have considered since high school: mortuary sciences.
So here I am, extremely excited by the prospect of going into school once more in the hopes that I can become a restorative artist and embalmer in Washington state. Besides the update (for whomever is interested), I am hoping to hear from people in a similar field who are willing to send some of their advice and experiences my way. What all should I know before pursuing this career?
I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
Jumping on this bandwagon to represent Norway. This is 52 of our four hundred something municipalities, mostly included ones based on population count, but getting some from all counties, plus ones based on awesomeness…NORWAY!!
Dead’s full suicide note:
The famous line: excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was the intention that I would die in the woods so that it would take a few days before I was possibly found. I belong in the woods and have always done so. No one will understand the reason for this anyway. To give some semblance of an explanation I’m not a human, this is just a dream and soon I will awake. It was too cold and the blood was coagulating all the time, plus my new knife is too dull. If I don’t succeed dying to the knife I will blow all the shit out of my skull. Yet I do not know. I left all my lyrics by “Let the good times roll” — plus the rest of the money. Whoever finds it gets the fucking thing. As a last salutation may I present “Life Eternal”. Do whatever you want with the fucking thing. -Pelle