I went to a funeral for a friend this week and the only thing that didn’t sit right with me were the clothes worn.
When one goes to a funeral a certain level of respect is expected, especially in regards with the wardrobe. One of the things that really bothers me about California is the permanent dressing down. This can be tolerated in most situations, despite my dislike of it, but certain places & events require some semblance of fashion sense. At my funeral, I think I am going to have to enforce a dress code. My significant other or a lifelong friend can have discretion for guests, but I swear if someone breaks it, I will haunt you. Don’t disappoint my corpse.
When attending a funeral it is not acceptable to wear open-toed shoes, jeans are not REALLY acceptable, but if they are nice denim (and BLACK) then I suppose it is ok. It is not ok to wear spiked heels. Men nor women should wear bright colours, your boots should not have faux fur on them. A zip-up hoodie is not ok. No short skirts. No sneakers, no T-shirts.
For funerals, wear black or grey.
Dressy shoes or boots (leather).
Dress socks (not white)
Women, wear dresses or a skirt and blouse combo.
Be classy, have some tact and have some respect for the dead, the event, and the family.
If you think I can fuck with you in life wait until I’m an ornery old man and my ghost is pissed. Or a young ghost angry that my life was stripped away too soon…
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Dear Baby,
Isn’t it good to know Winter is coming–and that life will be a little more quiet–and you will be home writing and eating well and we will be spending pleasant nights wrapped round one another–and you are home now, rested and eating well because you should not become too sad.
And I feel better when you are well–I am full of strange feelings, reliving and refashioning many old things and feeling the cold and quietude even in the midst of my forebodings and fears–Which clear nights soothe and make more sharp and real–tangible and easier to cope with.
But why am I writing to say these things to you. But all feelings are real and you probably discern or feel too what I am saying and why I need to write it–
My image of you now is strange
I feel a distance from you which you might feel too which gives me a picture of you that is warm and friendly
(and loving)
I am going to sleep to dream, to wake
You have a very beautiful face and I like to see it as I do now–Forgive the conjunctions and double infinities and the not said
I don’t know really what I wanted to say but want you to have a few words from me this Wednesday morning
We are like two animals escaping to dark warm holes and live our pain alone.
Write to me anything.
Please Stay Well Your Friend and My Love and Oh
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And Love for You
I know your voice when you write.
I was apprehensive about writing back. Maybe you’ll never come back this far and read again.
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