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This is how my tombstone read:

ELIZABETH ANNE TAYLOR

APRIL 25, 1974-APRIL 25, 2004

OUR SWEETHEART, ONLY RESTING

"That&039;s just so depressing," my best friend, Jessica Watkins, observed

"It&039;s weird" My sister, Laura Good "That is very, very weird"

"Our sweetheart, only resting?" I asked "What the hell&039;s that supposed to mean?"

"I think it&039;s nice," my sister said, a little hesitantly

She looked like a dirty oldblue eyes, and red peacoat You kno o hen they finally get away frohter (no, really), so her way of rebelling was to be as nice and sweet as possible A dastardly plan "It&039;s a little different Most of the people I knoould have gone with a Bible verse, but your mama certainly didn&039;t have to"

"Given how things turned out," Jess replied, running a hand over her skinned-back black hair, "it&039;s a little prophetic, don&039;t you think?" As usual, when she put her hair up, she pulled it back so tightly, the arch of her eyebrows iven where ere standing, that she really was arave is the last place I want to be on the seventeenth day of Dece and creepy Must be the holidays

Jessica sighed again and rested her forehead on et over it You were so young!"

Laura sh of a trauether, please? I&039;ht here" I stuck my hands into my coat pockets and sulked "What is it, like ten below out? I&039; Don&039;t bitch if you&039;re going to go outside without your gloves And it&039;s thirty-five degrees, you big baby"

"Would you like my coat?" Laura said "I don&039;t really feel the cold"

"Another one of your sinister powers," Jessica said "We&039;ll add it to the list eaponsable to calculate a 22 percent tip Now Bets, run this by ain how&039;d your tombstone finally show up here?"

I explained, hopefully for the last ti Rose in the early dawn hours the day of one on undead walkabout Because my body was MIA, the funeral was cancelled