Thanatopsis
jackslash
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On Saturday I attended a memorial service for a friend of mine who recently died. The memorial was followed by a lunch in the church basement. During the memorial service, during the lunch, during my conversations with my friend's widow and children and grandchildren, all I could think about was this stripper I wanted to fuck.
I had met this stripper on Thursday while I was in the club to see my CF. After I had had my VIP fun with my CF, I hung out in the club, drinking and watching the stage show. Then this sultry, dark-haired dancer came up on stage, and immediately attracted my attention. She had big boobs, a small waist and a medium ass, and she danced very sensually and provocatively. I tipped her, and she came to sit with me after she got off stage. She told me she would be working on Saturday when my CF would not be in the club.
So as soon as the memorial service was over and I had finished the memorial lunch and had made consoling noises to the widow and family, I raced to the strip club. The stripper was there. I bought her a couple drinks, took her upstairs, and fucked her hard.
As I grow older, death will become more frequent in my life. Friends and relatives and acquaintances are growing older, and they will sicken and die. And my own death will inevitably occur. When my friends come to my memorial service, will they be thinking about me and my life or will they be thinking about some stripper they want to fuck?
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We're normal, Jack.
I attend only the funerals of immediate family members and I do that just to avoid the opprobrium of my sister. That woman can visit guilt upon my soul with more vengeance than could any wife.
I delivered the eulogy at my father's funeral. My mind wandered all throughout the miserable service and aftermath. I wasn't thinking of a not stripper like you were, jack. My mind was alive instead with business schemes, one of which I later acted upon very profitably.
I have done all that I can to ensure that my death will be unobserved by any funeral service. My cadaver is destined for a university medical school. Any beneficiary named in my will organizing a public funeral for me within two years of my death loses his or her bequest.
At least you were just a cold-hearted bastard putting thoughts of a prostitute before the deceased.
The black-hearted scum that lusts for the widow or money instead of caring about the deceased deserve to die lonely and alone with the full knowledge that everything they care about is being raped, pillaged and plundered by those closest to them.