So because I am cool like that, I decided to spend a good hour or so of the first day of my 30s embracing my inevitable demise by watching everything that Ask A Mortician has ever uploaded. Never have I found the whole grisly, putrid, ashen, exploding-casket business to be so adorable, funny, interesting and wonderfully human. Never have I contemplated the transcendence of vultures. Or at what time of day I would probably get cremated.
If you’re not of a particularly triggerable by death disposition? Check ‘er out. Sometimes she has a cat. Also, cheesy 80s theme tune!