Thursday, May 06, 2010

Clown funeral

I'll never forget the day my mom turned to me out of the blue and informed me, "When I die, I want everyone to dress as clowns at my funeral."

Take it from there. It could be about the funeral. Or what prompted her to say that at that moment. Perhaps a mysterious past? An agreement made? A way to prevent a curse?


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