Magenta
02-21-2002, 05:57 PM
I don't think they're gonna reach out and grab me or anything. I just feel an incredible revulsion of them. When I HAVE to attend a funeral I won't go in where the body is. I avoid shaking hands with people if I can because I'm afraid that they might have touched the body and I wash my hands every few minutes (for days afterwards sometimes). I don't want an object around me that has even been in the same room as a dead person. I feel that my house is contaminated. All of this made it very difficult for me when my Dad came home to die.
I don't know how I got this way. Maybe I read too many Stephen King novels at too tender an age. Maybe it was the one and only time I ever touched a body. I was 10, it was my uncle's funeral and all the other kids did it so I did too. It was like touching clay.
I once told my friend that if I fell madly in love with a guy and it turned out that he was a mortician, he would have to choose between his job or me.
[This message has been edited by Magenta (edited 02-21-2002).]
I don't know how I got this way. Maybe I read too many Stephen King novels at too tender an age. Maybe it was the one and only time I ever touched a body. I was 10, it was my uncle's funeral and all the other kids did it so I did too. It was like touching clay.
I once told my friend that if I fell madly in love with a guy and it turned out that he was a mortician, he would have to choose between his job or me.
[This message has been edited by Magenta (edited 02-21-2002).]

