Return (or Not) of the Funeral Service

Tuesday. Now it's Sunday. That's five days. Is this how you're going to leave me, after all this time?

One simple, casual, unrelated-to-anything question...how hard is that to answer?

Maybe I'm being like Mother Superior (jumping the gun), but.....I suppose the final cut-off has to happen some day, right?

(I never thought it would happen. Yes, I'm stupid and narcissistic and vain and selfish and needy and arrogant and a bitch for the ages, but the truth is I never thought it would happen.)

And melodramatic? I can't do this. I can't do this.

Nooooooooooooo.......