beckpoppins:

dakotaaaa:

my youngest sister was trying to express that someone died with her limited child vocabulary and what she finally said was “his ghost fell out”

its been fucking me up all week

My uncle passed away a bit ago and one of the only pleasures was my dear tiny nephew trying to identify his grave.

*holds up bible* “is this his grave? *walks into funeral home lobby* is this his grave? *finds ye olde payphone box* this…. This is it.”

“Darling, he was cremated, he blew away on the wind, no grave”

“But…. Where will his zombie go? *holds up tissue box* “is this a grave?”

Keep chasin them morbid rainbows kid.