Dad and I spent my other grandmother's funeral whispering about the bad poetry. Then it turned out she wrote it. We spent at least one after-wedding photography session prowling around the churchyard looking for masonic symbols.

Also: did you like my non-skullfucking fic?

Furthermore: I have written f/k wingfic for somebody. I'm desperate for her to see it so I can x-post to my journal.

*brings out her Cemetery icon - uh, that's the necrophilia song*