EULOGIES CONTINUED
I didn't know her well, but she seemed like an interesting individual. Next time I see someone with a purple face who happens to be crying blood, I will cry for her. *dumps red ink over grave*. She will be missed. RIP.
*laughs through sobs* I would say that I'm too lazy to deliver this very emotional eulogy, but I won't. She was a good friend, although the was extremely obnoxious and nit-picky at times. She was a wonderful artist, and in her memory I drew this picture *places picture of a bear head colored in crayon on grave*. I'm sure if she were alive she would virtually slap me. She will be missed. RIP.
*Dumps truckload of cookies on grave*
Kasey and her ever peppy attitude will be missed, as will her incessant glomping and loling. Next time I see a person duckfacing for their profile pic, or want a virtual eclair, I will sob over my keyboard. She will be missed. RIP.
What will we do without the poet's witticisms and critiques on life? Next time I read an effortlessly beautiful poem or see someone with an icon sporting the label 'Poet', I will tear at my hair in agony of this loss. RIP.
Lexie and her frequent complaints about pregnancy and life will be missed. Her fanbase, I'm sure, will be rioting soon and I shall burrow within the depths of my wattpad profile and sob. Next time I am forced to drink an "icky" concoction, I will think of her. RIP.
David and his odd stories will be missed. Every time I pass by a cat in an alleyway, I will cry for him after I finish screaming and running into the nearest unlocked building/open window. I will never forget how he and his generic brown headed icon would instantly liven a dead thread. RIP.
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Never Catch Me
PuisiA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15
