people

When I will little I use to believe my mum would be around forever - she died when I was 13.

wn

this wasn't mine, but my uncle's.

in the 50's when he, the first-born of the family, was about 5 years old, my grandparents hired
a painter to paint a picture of him. because all people in the portraits he had seen during his short life were
already dead, he thought that being painted meant always getting killed. if I remember correctly he
had the most creepiest thought that portraits in general were made OUT OF PEOPLE.
when the day of the artist's arrival came closer, my lil' uncle became more and more depressed.
my grandparents were naturally excited about this whole project and counted days
as my uncle grew more and more anxious. finally, he burst into tears and
sobbed " please, mom and dad, I don't want to die...".
well, the things were sorted out and explained to him finally, the painting completed
and the dreaded portrait still hangs on his wall.

ingrid

I found out the old guy who lived next door had died, and had been cremated. One day not long after we were driving into Lancaster and my Mom pointed out the hospice to me. It had all these silver pipes running in and out of one side of the biggest building. I thought that they pushed the dead oldies into these pipes and they landed in the incinerator. I found out (years) later that these were air-conditioning ducts.

Aegir

i used to believe when someone died their image on photo's would disappear

beryl's girl