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Just following up that I wouldn't recommend this place. I was in and out in less than ten minutes. Just saving somebody else the hassle. I went during a weekday lunch hour.

Two weeks ago, a close friend of over 30 years passed away. His children provided a two-sentence "obituary" at the funeral home web site stating his name, date of birth and death, and place of birth. Nothing more.
There is no service planned, and this is not abnormal, I know and understand. But to provide no more of an obituary than two sentences has really rubbed me the wrong way.
My friend's adult children, both in their thirties, have known he was gay for years and accepted it with no shade whatsoever.  They've been a part of his life, visiting him every year from the time they were little to the present with their own kids, happily. He had two late husbands he survived, both of which had quite large funerals that his son and daughter both attended. 
As I approach my 60s, perhaps I'm just more attuned to what is getting closer for myself, but honestly I think I would have had the same reaction at age 30: you don't have enough respect for your parent to write a decent tribute that honors his life accomplishments in a couple of paragraphs that might take you 20 minutes to compose? My friend was no wallflower. He was fun loving, kind, helpful, funny,  accomplished, and was beloved by many. Doesn't any decent person deserve more than two sentences for an obituary?
 
 

I want to reiterate that I  appreciate all of your replies. Each is helpful.
I don't know for sure what he desired. He joked with us following his second husband's funeral that he wanted banner planes flying overhead before and after his funeral, but this clearly was in jest while he, I, and his kids were in the car.
Funny story: his second husband passed away in 2010. The kids and I were staying with my friend, so it was up to us to collect the flowers, etc, following the service. This was a funeral like nothing I've ever seen. The deceased, a native of Oklahoma, had called for the orchestral version of the theme to the musical Oklahoma to be played at the beginning of the service. My friend's husband had, unbeknownst to me, been a collector of antique silver pieces, and he opted to have his ashes contained in a silver chocolate pot. My friend's daughter and I were getting the last of what was to return home with us: her with a huge spray of flowers, me with Gordon's ashes. I remarked as we were walking down the aisle together to the car how heavy that chocolate pot was, and without a beat she followed, "well, Dad said Gordon's gained weight recently" 🤣😅  I said, "girl, seriously, if you make me crack up, trip, and spill these ashes, I swear!!"😂
All of our associations through the years were filled with conviviality, humor, laughter, and love. So that's what I'll take from all of this. Thanks, guys...

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

Two weeks ago, a close friend of over 30 years passed away. His children provided a two-sentence "obituary" at the funeral home web site stating his name, date of birth and death, and place of birth. Nothing more.
There is no service planned, and this is not abnormal, I know and understand. But to provide no more of an obituary than two sentences has really rubbed me the wrong way.
My friend's adult children, both in their thirties, have known he was gay for years and accepted it with no shade whatsoever.  They've been a part of his life, visiting him every year from the time they were little to the present with their own kids, happily. He had two late husbands he survived, both of which had quite large funerals that his son and daughter both attended. 
As I approach my 60s, perhaps I'm just more attuned to what is getting closer for myself, but honestly I think I would have had the same reaction at age 30: you don't have enough respect for your parent to write a decent tribute that honors his life accomplishments in a couple of paragraphs that might take you 20 minutes to compose? My friend was no wallflower. He was fun loving, kind, helpful, funny,  accomplished, and was beloved by many. Doesn't any decent person deserve more than two sentences for an obituary?
 
 

I want to reiterate that I  appreciate all of your replies. Each is helpful.
I don't know for sure what he desired. He joked with us following his second husband's funeral that he wanted banner planes flying overhead before and after his funeral, but this clearly was in jest while he, I, and his kids were in the car.
Funny story: his second husband passed away in 2010. The kids and I were staying with my friend, so it was up to us to collect the flowers, etc, following the service. This was a funeral like nothing I've ever seen. The deceased, a native of Oklahoma, had called for the orchestral version of the theme to the musical Oklahoma to be played at the beginning of the service. My friend's husband had, unbeknownst to me, been a collector of antique silver pieces, and he opted to have his ashes contained in a silver chocolate pot. My friend's daughter and I were getting the last of what was to return home with us: her with a huge spray of flowers, me with Gordon's ashes. I remarked as we were walking down the aisle together to the car how heavy that chocolate pot was, and without a beat she followed, "well, Dad said Gordon's gained weight recently" 🤣😅  I said, "girl, seriously, if you make me crack up, trip, and spill these ashes, I swear!!"😂
All of our associations through the years were filled with conviviality, humor, laughter, and love. So that's what I'll take from all of this. Thanks, guys...

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

My trainer says I should have 100 g of protein each day.
I found online sources that say an average load has 0.5 g of protein.
So I need to blow 200 guys a day. Line up, gentlemen! 
 
 
 

there's a dude in my apt building who i only see in the gym locker room and everytime we're both there and he's away from his GF he gets totally hard and i blow him and totally swallow it. it's the hottest thing especially when the other dude is about to cum and he loses all control gasping and panting. he shoots so much cum and its awesome. i'm pretty much str8 but i cant help myself around this dude. hot with a big dick.

This contest was on TV at the bar a couple week or so ago. They play all kinds of random obscure sports when the popular ones have a lull. I was trying to eat my brunch, sipping a mimosa, and looked up and almost lost my brunch. Begged the bartender to change it and she commented on how this is what we watch even as so many people live with food insecurity, both inside and outside our own country.
So. Gross. I can’t even with this. It’s quintessentially American and one of the many reasons I feel embarrassed when I travel to other countries.

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

I want to reiterate that I  appreciate all of your replies. Each is helpful.
I don't know for sure what he desired. He joked with us following his second husband's funeral that he wanted banner planes flying overhead before and after his funeral, but this clearly was in jest while he, I, and his kids were in the car.
Funny story: his second husband passed away in 2010. The kids and I were staying with my friend, so it was up to us to collect the flowers, etc, following the service. This was a funeral like nothing I've ever seen. The deceased, a native of Oklahoma, had called for the orchestral version of the theme to the musical Oklahoma to be played at the beginning of the service. My friend's husband had, unbeknownst to me, been a collector of antique silver pieces, and he opted to have his ashes contained in a silver chocolate pot. My friend's daughter and I were getting the last of what was to return home with us: her with a huge spray of flowers, me with Gordon's ashes. I remarked as we were walking down the aisle together to the car how heavy that chocolate pot was, and without a beat she followed, "well, Dad said Gordon's gained weight recently" 🤣😅  I said, "girl, seriously, if you make me crack up, trip, and spill these ashes, I swear!!"😂
All of our associations through the years were filled with conviviality, humor, laughter, and love. So that's what I'll take from all of this. Thanks, guys...

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

I want to reiterate that I  appreciate all of your replies. Each is helpful.
I don't know for sure what he desired. He joked with us following his second husband's funeral that he wanted banner planes flying overhead before and after his funeral, but this clearly was in jest while he, I, and his kids were in the car.
Funny story: his second husband passed away in 2010. The kids and I were staying with my friend, so it was up to us to collect the flowers, etc, following the service. This was a funeral like nothing I've ever seen. The deceased, a native of Oklahoma, had called for the orchestral version of the theme to the musical Oklahoma to be played at the beginning of the service. My friend's husband had, unbeknownst to me, been a collector of antique silver pieces, and he opted to have his ashes contained in a silver chocolate pot. My friend's daughter and I were getting the last of what was to return home with us: her with a huge spray of flowers, me with Gordon's ashes. I remarked as we were walking down the aisle together to the car how heavy that chocolate pot was, and without a beat she followed, "well, Dad said Gordon's gained weight recently" 🤣😅  I said, "girl, seriously, if you make me crack up, trip, and spill these ashes, I swear!!"😂
All of our associations through the years were filled with conviviality, humor, laughter, and love. So that's what I'll take from all of this. Thanks, guys...

Two weeks ago, a close friend of over 30 years passed away. His children provided a two-sentence "obituary" at the funeral home web site stating his name, date of birth and death, and place of birth. Nothing more.
There is no service planned, and this is not abnormal, I know and understand. But to provide no more of an obituary than two sentences has really rubbed me the wrong way.
My friend's adult children, both in their thirties, have known he was gay for years and accepted it with no shade whatsoever.  They've been a part of his life, visiting him every year from the time they were little to the present with their own kids, happily. He had two late husbands he survived, both of which had quite large funerals that his son and daughter both attended. 
As I approach my 60s, perhaps I'm just more attuned to what is getting closer for myself, but honestly I think I would have had the same reaction at age 30: you don't have enough respect for your parent to write a decent tribute that honors his life accomplishments in a couple of paragraphs that might take you 20 minutes to compose? My friend was no wallflower. He was fun loving, kind, helpful, funny,  accomplished, and was beloved by many. Doesn't any decent person deserve more than two sentences for an obituary?
 
 

I want to reiterate that I  appreciate all of your replies. Each is helpful.
I don't know for sure what he desired. He joked with us following his second husband's funeral that he wanted banner planes flying overhead before and after his funeral, but this clearly was in jest while he, I, and his kids were in the car.
Funny story: his second husband passed away in 2010. The kids and I were staying with my friend, so it was up to us to collect the flowers, etc, following the service. This was a funeral like nothing I've ever seen. The deceased, a native of Oklahoma, had called for the orchestral version of the theme to the musical Oklahoma to be played at the beginning of the service. My friend's husband had, unbeknownst to me, been a collector of antique silver pieces, and he opted to have his ashes contained in a silver chocolate pot. My friend's daughter and I were getting the last of what was to return home with us: her with a huge spray of flowers, me with Gordon's ashes. I remarked as we were walking down the aisle together to the car how heavy that chocolate pot was, and without a beat she followed, "well, Dad said Gordon's gained weight recently" 🤣😅  I said, "girl, seriously, if you make me crack up, trip, and spill these ashes, I swear!!"😂
All of our associations through the years were filled with conviviality, humor, laughter, and love. So that's what I'll take from all of this. Thanks, guys...

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

One of my college roommates died earlier this year, and though I searched everywhere, I couldn't find any obituary. My alumni magazine usually has notices from the family and tributes from others when an alumnus dies, but there was nothing. I don't know why, but I suspect that his family relations were messy: he had at least two wives and a few children. We didn't have any relationship after our senior year, but he was a likeable guy and had made friends easily at school, so I took it upon myself to write a short note to the magazine, to let classmates know that he had passed, and gave a little general information about his life after college, so that he is at least memorialized somewhere.

I’m sorry for your loss
The social default is that the biological family is considered to have best known the deceased.
It’s not a factual reality, just a custom. Post/submit your thoughts about your friend, and what he meant to you, how he made you feel. Someone will be touched by your words. It’s sometimes the only way to grieve alone. 
 
 

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

Thanks for each of your replies. I appreciate them all. The funeral home had a page for tributes, so I did indeed write a tribute myself a few days back. 
Thanks again.

My first Erotic Massage was on a business trip. I hired a masseur for an outcall. When I answered the door, I felt like I had ordered a pizza. The guy had a classic pizza delivery guy vibe. About 22 years old......but could easily pass for 18 y/o. About 6 ft....with a swimmers build. He had no table, so he spread a sheet on the bed. He stripped first, and as he took off his pants out dropped an enormous cock, thick and with a huge head. I quickly stripped and got on the bed. He started on my upper back, and did an amazing job. Big, strong hands. He did a foot massage, and then he made his move. When he did the foot massage, in a smooth move, he took my one leg and put it at my side, and without asking dove into my ass with his tongue. He was very verbal, and kept murmuring how hot I was ( sure, I 'll take that LOL). I was a bit unsure whether to let him continue, but went with the flow. He must have rimmed me for over 15 minutes, and kept reaching and pinching my nipples at the same time as he was rimming me. I was rock hard and stroking myself, and reached over to him and he was rock hard. He kept being verbal, telling me to relax and enjoy his tongue. At my request, I then asked him if we could stand up for a minute. We both stood up, and he then dove into my chest, licking and sucking my nipples, again being verbal. I was ready to burst, so asked if we could get back on the bed. We then got into a 69 position, and went at each other's cocks. He was then ready to cum, and as I took my mouth off his cock, he shot and hit the headboard and it dripped down. (he later claimed he shoots even further) He then had me lay on my back, and finished me off with a blow job. After he finished me off, he said he could cum again, and asked if he could stand on the bed, while I laid back since he wanted to shoot all over me. So he then came again, all over my chest and abs. That's 22 years old for you! Great first erotic massage experience with an expert masseur....and an expert tongue!