The only dead people I have ever seen up close were the already-preserved kind at wakes just before funerals. I didna' like - the makeup was unnerving to me. For me, I think I would have had an easier time looking at grey skin (or whatever the natural coloring is for a deceased human, as I have never seen it).
Originally Posted by Dhansakdave
I am glad you all have such peaceful memories of husbands and dads passing - my family is dysfunctional in the extreme, and when my grandmother died, the family actually had an impromptu PARTY at my house, she had been such a witch, as in a real-life "ding-dong the witch is dead" shin-dig. And there are a couple more folks in the family to dedicate a party to when they finally go...
Berlusconi - I really and honestly plan on being just like "Lizzie" in the movie "Cars" - slapping a hunky guy race cars on the ass in my extreme dotage. I have made it a definite point in my sex-Ed side of bringing up my girls, that just because folks get wrinkly, doesn't mean that we suddenly get asexual. And when they say "ewwwwww, gross!" when the hubby and I lock lips in their view, it had better mean that they are glad that a nearly-50 y.o. isn't kissing THEM that way, and NOT that nearly 50-y.o.'s don't get to kiss EACH OTHER that way. Definite difference.
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC