Good evening fine friends,
Today I received this little gem in the mail:
The cool ideas that flooded my mind were boundless.
Perhaps I was chosen to head the country’s most top secret society dealing with breaking through the time space continuum. The envelope’s elegant font and American flag sticker suggested I would definitely be dealing with heads of states.
Finally, my excitement got the better of me, and I opened it up.
Only to find this:
A) Where did these people get my address?
B) What does Neptune have to do with death? Is there a religion that allows you to visit other planets in the afterlife? Why has no one told me about such a badass religion?
C) At what age should I really start thinking about my own demise? 24 seems a bit young, but perhaps it’s never too soon. Perhaps I will sign that form and join the society.
I have so many unanswered questions and so little time to think about my burial options.
Oh well, just another Thursday.