As my soul ripped away from my lifeless body, I saw my mother laugh. I didn't see what was so funny. Everyone trips over a banana skin and dies eventually, right?? My fiance grinned after I was put in my grave, he then danced the macarena on the soil above me. He really was quite good, it's as if he had taken lessons. I floated in the breeze with only my spirit, and followed them back home. They had a party that night. With darts, cake and music. There was even a bouncy castle and a live concert. They wish they'd invite me. That's the only thing I could possibly hold against them, my loving family.

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