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The day after the bank holiday we returned to work and learned that one of
our colleagues died the night before very suddenly. He was a great bloke and
it all rather knocked us for six with it's suddenness, probably more than
normal considering another guy had died in the Tsunami at Christmas. Today
was his funeral, and anyone who wanted to go was allowed and bussed out. I
didn't know him too well so I stayed behind and helped man the fort, but it
was yet another unwelcome reminder of the fragility of this crazy little thing we call existance.
Mind you, we did get a bunch of kickass donuts out of the deal, verily tis the circle of life.

13th May 2005, 18:49

alexis says:

donuts? thats a lot better than creepy home-made-by-family-of-the-deceased pasta salad...
something about homecooked food after visiting death hasn't set with me.

last funeral i went to, my friend and I went to an all you can eat buffet and ate frozen mass prepared goodness. sterile, all you can eat, prepared with no love, goodness. that way, there was no different taste about anything.

existance does = crazy. good to have donuts after something like that.

13th May 2005, 22:31

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