What's in A Life

My cousin passed away on Sunday. I appreciate all the love and support that was sent my way these last few days. Even the cliche "I'm sure he was a good man." Truth is he wasn't, I'm pretty sure he spent half his life locked up for murder but no one ever talks bout that lmao so I don't either. If I'm God I think it's even a toss up if he made it into heaven lmao the fuck did he do besides possibly kill someone and rip people off selling shitty used car parts as new. Nah but I do appreciate all y'all have said to me these last few days. I don't really care to talk about it though, I want to talk about sandwiches. See the picture on the left, you know how much that shit worth. $1100. Word. After being in and out of funeral homes and stuff this weekend making arrangements and stuff with his son, the funeral home charges $1100 for sandwiches/refreshments after the funeral. 

You know how much shit I could buy with $1100. Oh and if you want to get burned in clothes that ain't the standard crematorium stuff it's $1800. If you want flowers it's another 4 bills. That's 3300 just to start, or like 18 prostitutes for an hour, using standard rates lmao. I'll miss the nigga though, he used to spit knowledge, real life shit. He was like me, a dude who never listened to his own advice, ever, but gave the best of it. The dude still aint worth $1100 for sandwiches though. The whole funeral shit is useless by the way, well at least for people from the Caribbean. I don't know how it is in other cultures but over here it's a party for like 1-2 weeks. Which is cool but ain't no body who really misses the dude feels like partying. You got a bunch of rejects coming into the crib, drinking your beer, eating cheese-paste sandwiches and playing music, for "support" of the dead. 

The nigga's dead and gone he don't need your support. The family is grieving they don't need you. When I die I'm requesting they carry my body to science somewhere or just blow it up and put it on youtube. I don't want any money to be spent on me, I want some twisted fuck to take it and either give it to a university to cut up and shit, or do something cool with it like blow it up. I don't want to become worm food and after being in a funeral home this weekend I want to be far the fuck away from everyone else. I was thinking, why the fuck would I need a funeral. I hate conformity, I hate organized settings, fuck all that shit. Don't mind me lmao I'm just venting nonsense taking my mind off the inevitable. I don't even own a fucking suit I gotta go get one. I wish I could rock a pimp suit but I'd have even more problems with my mom lmao, I'm out y'all, stay safe and remember, sandwiches cost $1100 when you're dead so enjoy the fuck out of them now.