MY Death At 88 Years Re imagined
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"Damn, Vanilla. I don't know if I'll even be alive in 2035! At least I have some time to consider an appropriate poem for your passing. Hopefully, I will have been invited to read at the inauguration by that time.
What I don't get is that in two potential parallel universes, how did I end up in the depressing one? I hope they have developed a teleport system by then. Do you know how long the flight is from here to Australia? OMG."
On 1st August 2035, the following death notice appeares in Melbourne,Australia's top selling daily newspaper.This is the Melbourne Herald Sun.
"It is with great joy that the family of this obscure internet writer of mostly ridiculed and unread sex stories and poems has finally and thankfully died.This fiend left us whilst drooling over internet porn.This of course caused great embarrassment to those few family members who still considered this "dirtbag" to be family".
The funeral was attended by 14 persons all from North America.The family sent a large wreath by the Uber delivery service and then left town.
VE had been known to them via the BooksieSilk adult writing site.The ten women and four men looked great in their smart casual wear.It is important to note that none of them had ever actually met "in the flesh" beforehand.
To save money they had booked two rooms with two bedrooms each.They "shacked up" easily as the rooms were located on the 14th floor of one of the Mercure' Motel Group.
Needless to say much merriment and "for their eyes only" goings-on were the order of the day,so to speak
The day of the cremation was cold but sunny and as requested by VE,to save time and embarrassment, VE was taken directly from "the cold room to the fire".
VE,in a last act of defiance to the estranged and hated family,had asked Megan to write and speak a short "sexed up" poem. Megan was Silks "first lady" of rapidfire and ready to go poetry. The other 13 mourners took turns in scattering the ashes of this tourtured soul,this wretched,misunderstood person,to the four winds,as they say here.
All of this scattering of VE's ashes was to loud music from VE's favorite song that had lyrics of Quote.These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do.One of these days these boots are gunna walk all over you.Unquote.This was a number one "hit" song for Nancy Sinatra back in the 1960's when VE was just 18 years of age.
The 14 mourners returned to their homeland the day after they had scattered VE's ashes with heavy hearts.They were glad that they had come.VE. had always come across as a social misfit.They were shocked at just how much.
The "Butterfly Effect" is a scientific and practical phenomena.In short, under the right atmospheric circumstances, if a butterfly flaps it's wings in Brazil then three weeks later, it will cause a huge storm in for instance, paraguay.
VE's emotionally charged ashes caused an electrical disturbance in the upper atmosphere.The the Holiday Resort in tropical North Queensland,the "dirty rotten rat" family were staying at, was wiped out by a category five cyclone two weeks later.None of them survived.
AMEN.
Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe somewhere VE is having a fabulous send off with a horsedrawn hurst being paraded through the backstreets of VE's home town.Friends and family openly wept at the "moving" speeches given by friends and family members.
VE has become a home town hero because of a unique and humorous writing style on Silk.
The MC an impressive and well groomed man known as MR S.P.Y.Guy "called the shots" beautifully.
VE's coffin covered in VE's favorite flowers Orchids, was lowered down into the tunnel for a transfer to the crematorium.
VE's selection of music was a softly played song called Quote Stranger on the shore played on the flute by Acker Bilk.Unquote.
Submitted: April 24, 2021
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Some of the other survivors of VE's dark funeral were in "no particilar order".
A hot Afro American lady who wore a nipple line low cut dress that advertised her thick,suckable gorgeously brown super nipples.
A Canadian man who didn't mind advertising a huge bulge in his tight pants.
A good lookin nurse with smallish tit's and an arse to fuck for glory.
An advertising executive sexy woman who wore a near see thru' dress that showed off her hard medium sized red nipples and manicured cunt.
A humble mature man who just "nodded his approval".
An outrageously funny outspoken man who took notes to write a future poem.
Well that hotel party was something to be a fly on the wall for. Too bad about that cyclone, though. No one truly understands the mysteries of the universe.
Wed, May 12th, 2021 1:52am
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Apart from "wormholes" which will enable super quick intergallactic travel I Think that there are no more "mysteries of the universe".The hubble telescope and other orbiting ultraviolet and infrared satellites, I think have it all covered.
Forget radio waves,if there are any ET's out there then advanced and all as they may be,they may never have discovered them and may communicate just as effectively with say "gravity waves" which us earthlings are just now trying to unravel.
In actual fact cyclones can often start from humble beginnings and rely on a sort of "multiplyer affect" in the upper atmosphere.
Amy did you wake up with a headache after THAT hotel party.
You were there you know,lol!!!!
You were one of the "dirty baker's dozen" to oversee my demise.
If we are to meet in the next life Amy then I hope you do not mind heat and smoke and pitchforks and a large oven.
Thanks for replying Amy.
Damn, Vanilla. I don't know if I'll even be alive in 2035! At least I have some time to consider an appropriate poem for your passing. Hopefully, I will have been invited to read at the inauguration by that time.
What I don't get is that in two potential parallel universes, how did I end up in the depressing one? I hope they have developed a teleport system by then. Do you know how long the flight is from here to Australia? OMG.
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lol!! Megan.
In the happy parallel universe Megan you have the "magic carpet" mode of transport.
When I went to America in 1975 we left here at about 8 am and arrived at LA airport in the afternoon the next day.Even though because of the International Date Line we arrived the same day of the week that we left here.Friday.
I would say about an 18-20 hour flight with one quick stopover in I Think french polynesia.
True story Meg,even though you will find it hard to believe.
The stopover was about midnight.We had 40 minutes for anyone who wanted to leave the plane to stretch their legs.
I was the only one who got off the plane.
By the time I got back the engines were running full throttle.
The truck with the stairs was back at the side of the runway.
In all parallel universes I was "fucked".Dream trip to America over.
BUT WAIT......I noticed two technicians in white overalls still under the plane.
It was now or never .I went out and stood under the Jet Plane with them.
I tapped one of them on the shoulder.He was horrified.
Luckily he was still talking to the pilot prob. about engine revs at take off "pitch".
When I finally got back on they had even re allocated my seat.
I had been "written off" as an absconder.
I was not "the flavor of the month" with the flight crew.
I loved my trip to America.I went with a country and western group.
They turned our greyhound buses into a mobile recording "gig".
Should I even ask what the hell you were doing to "stretch your legs" after you got off the plane? You would definitely been screwed in 2020 with that situation.
Sun, May 16th, 2021 2:21am
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I made an "executive decision" Meg.
The full horror scene that I created was ........
The two engineers had huge ear "muffs" on, as was expected the noise was deafening
The one I approached could only point with his fingers in adhoc sign language.
He pointed firstly up towards the cockpit.
He then pointed for me to go back to the edge of the runway.
The two men in the truck with the stairs were scared to go back into the runway.
In baby steps they approached the "ready to go" jet
I was greeted by an irate team of flight attendants.
They formed two lines and made me walk down the middle.
The country and western group who I "tagged along" with disowned me in America.
I spent each night alone in my motel rooms.My roommate just disappeared at night.
Unbelievably Megan, it all had a totally unexpected twist to it all.......
About a month after we got home I received a phone call from my roommate
I was invited for coffee with him and a chick who "picked him up" on the tour.
After about ten minutes she reached into her handbag and gave me "keys"
They were for the door of a motel room where her girlfriend from home was.
Needless to say we fucked all night.
Because she lived over an hours drive away we only met up on Saturday arvo's.
I took her back to my parents house where I still lived.
After a while sitting in the loungeroom with them we "split" to my bedroom
As was typical in the 70's we fucked hard and long as my folks watched TV.
She was 17 at the time I was 28.
After a number of months her mum found out that she was "on the pill".
We then stopped our relationship as a mutual decision.
Oh, you told me about that girl before but I didn't know she had anything to do with the American trip. Shit, you were robbing the cradle there...
Sun, May 16th, 2021 5:18am
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lol!!! Megan.
She had fabulous breasts and nipples
She had an always wet cunt
She was willing.
She was a redhead.
No better combination existed in my world.
Long live the "after-trip get-together".
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A clever fantasy theme and admittedly dark humor that only Australian's "get".
Mon, April 26th, 2021 11:58pmThis effort would most likely get a "stack" of rave comments in a parallel universe situated somewhere between Cape York in Australia and the South Pole.