do i think about my 'end of days'? to be honest, no. not very often.
i guess i don't really care what kind of service there will be, or if i'll be buried or creamated. those will be details that my sons will have to deal with. whatever suits them. i'll be dead.
i do wonder about getting old though. not the dying part of the end of my life. the living part. i'd rather not be alone for my last years. suppose i should work on finding someone that i won't be so bitchy towards that they leave me.
i don't wanna lose my mind, or control of my body, or hafta live in a 'home' or hospital. rather ju