- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Her Essence
I carry pieces of them just as they carry pieces of my soul. Iβm a whole person, just not entirely made by myself.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Unfairness of Love
Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.
Featuring Helpful Sections such as:
- Death Certificates β What you need, why you need them, and how to get them
- Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone
- What the Everloving Fuck is Probate
- Some Simple Dos and Donβts
- Shitty Mad Libs β Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials
- How to plan a non-religious death party
- So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit
This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so theyβre not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about whoβs inheriting grandmaβs favorite dentures.
Itβs not exactly cheerful and itβs full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if youβre processing a fresh death.
Iβm sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! Iβm trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise weβre all just going to cry together.
Good luck!
(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)
Death sucks, hope youβre doing okay out there.
Crows for autumn.
To be loved is to be known; to be seen.
Excerpts Sources:
Is it okay to say this? - Trista Masteer // Blasted - Sarah Kane // Reassurances to Hades - Kristina Haynes // The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - T.J. Reid // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille //"The Last Poem in the Book," These Days (Alfred A. Knopf, 1989); Over and over again - Frederick Seidel // My Mother/Madame Edwarda/The Dead Man - Georges Bataille // Adult Children of Emotionaly Immature Parents - Lindsay C. Gibson // She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric of Tears - Sor Juana InΓ©s de la Cruz // My Life Is Pathetic! - Heather Havrilesky
it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow
it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth
So, relax, do as you're told...
Bro also smiled for the camera
tshirt that says be patient with me i am constantly relearning what it means to be human