What will your epitaph be ?

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Originally Posted by stinkyattic

Yes, that is my title, Her Dankness Stinkyattic the Cultimodivatorator. :D
I want this statue to become a minor tourist attraction.
I expect I can count on Geonagual to install a cache nearby too.

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Something about this thrills my Gothic sense of romance. I think we need fir trees, shadows, coal black ravens, and an entire memorial garden with thriving cannabis plants and wonderful wrought-iron fencing, ideally "overwrought" iron with lots of ornate curlicues and pointy finials. A large standing Her Dankness statue, somewhat in the style of the beneficent Virgin Mary and made from the finest white Carrara marble, shall stand at the highest point of this memorial park, her humble gaze cast down on the plants and visitors, blessing all living, growing, cannabis-loving things.

In time, this verdant, peaceful place will become a much-loved symbol of healing and beneficial cultivation, the veritable Lourdes of the northeast Atlantic coast. FBR, Plant, P4B and I shall lead seasonal groups of pilgrims and worshipers through. Attentive groundskeepers will see to the plants, the lawn, the somber fir trees, and will sweep up the remnants of joints smoked in your honor. Someone will sell lemonade and delectable snacks during the high season. Another vendor will offer small Dankness statue replicas. Later, as those of us who knew and loved you pass into the Great Green Beyond, we'll be entombed at your feet or sprinkled as fertilizer and bone meal on the plants. . . .

"I can't hear you, I'm dead!"

"Thou, who ist reading it right now:
Be happy. Rejoice.
Cause thou art still alive,
While Im not anymore.
Enjoy life while you can,
Cause sooner or later you will join to me."

This is the end, my only friend

Embrace Existence

I can't even think of anything to say to that, how the hell am I supposed to write my own epitath some 35 years or that before I'm dead? What about: Lived here for 60 or 70 odd years, no-one ever had a bloody clue what he was on about most of the time, but he seemed like a nice guy.

Catch you on the Flipside!

keep staring, i might do a trick

Back when i was in high school at the basketball games the cheerleaders would do backflips from one end of the court to another. After each flip the crowd would count outloud 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, and theyd stop at 10 usually. Well me and my friends, stoned in the crowd would always joke that when she hits the wall we are going to put"10 1/2" on her grave. :stoned:

Life is beautiful, Dont cry.