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The puppy and I got to watch the end of a kayak polo game (or possibly a canoe polo game, I have difficulty telling those apart). It was a really boring sport to watch, but I had to stand there because the puppy was loving it (I think he was watching the ball, hoping it would come his way).
After taking the puppy home I was talking about my funeral with the puppy's owner. His partner's mother was there, and she was horrified that we would talk about such a thing. But we are all going to need one, one day - not talking about it won't make it go away, and I already have mine all planned out and my sister has the details (I'm expecting the mourners to dress in the ceremonial robes of the high council of Gallifrey).
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