I love roses. Even attempted to have a little rose garden. But not having a green thumb, of course they all died.
Anyway, if I don't get many roses while I am alive, I wish there'd be lots of them when I die.
So, that is my request. Roses on my grave, when the time comes. And the scent of brewed coffee in the funeral chapel.
Just some morbid thoughts on Valentine's Day.
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