Okay...so...<br><br>I'm in my parents' room. On their dresser, I see a fancy, pretty little black jar with gold designs. It was new, and really pretty, so of course, being me...I wanna see what's in it. So I pick it up, unscrew the difficult little cover...and what do I see?<br><br>ASHES.<br><br>I just about threw the jar. I screwed it shut, ran into the bathroom, and took a long shower. <br><br>It -was- my aunt. Who died around 3 weeks ago.<br><br>I don't do dead people. I don't care if they're ash or bone or what...dead people, to me, are disgusting, and I don't wanna get near them. I don't know what I find so disgusting about them, I just don't like them...at all. Which is wierd, considering when my first Papillon died in my arms in 2005, I held him in my lap almost that entire day, before we buried him. I don't know why I'm repulsed by dead human bodies, but wasn't by his little dog body. Although, I do think that if it had been almost any other dog, I wouldn't have touched him. <br><br>Well that was off topic 0o anyway...curiosity sucks. If you see a fancy little jar, and you don't know what's inside...don't touch it. I'm never touching any mysterious little fancy jars again *shudder*<br><br>I hope her spirit/soul/ghost/whatever you wanna call it isn't hanging around this house...we have enough. ><
Bye.
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