May the long-time sun shine upon you, all love surround you
Today we woke to the news that Richard Adams had died on Christmas Eve and Carrie Fisher had drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra. One of these I was sorry to hear about; the other just sucks. Sixty is younger than both of my parents. People who are in the middle of making new art are not supposed to be stopped. Planets aren't supposed to get blown up, either, but here we are.
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strange_selkie: "honor carrie fisher."
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teenybuffalo: "What Would Carrie Do 2017."

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You don't get to die next year. Sorry. I know the underworld is your thing, but you've got a visitor's pass, not a resident permit.
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(Also, due to the context I initially read the comment as "I know the underwear is your thing...")
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You don't get to die next year. Sorry. I know the underworld is your thing, but you've got a visitor's pass, not a resident permit.
May we all stay on the visiting system, and not become permanent residents.
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Amen.
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