#ResolveToWrite February 2nd, 2016
Well, this is a hard one. I really don't have many - if any - fantasies, let alone a morbid one. Morbid: Characterized by or appealing to an abnormal and unhealthy interest in disturbing and unpleasant subjects, especially death and disease.
Nope. I honestly don't think I have any morbid fantasies. Death scares the hell out of me, and I certainly don't have any fantasies about death, or dead people, because that's just disgusting. I used to deliver parts for a local NAPA store and occasionally, I had to take floor dry to the funeral home. Floor dry is used to soak up spills, usually oil, from concrete. Just the mere idea of delivering that stuff to a funeral parlor sent my imagination soaring. Why did a funeral home want floor dry? Exactly what were they soaking up? Eww. Honestly, they used it in their garage to clean the floors from the oil that had leaked from the hearses and/or limos. I hated delivering there!
I do like a good walk through a cemetery, especially ones steeped in legend... but only before dark!
I used to play with an Ouija board an awful lot several years ago, and I guess you might say I had an obsession with that. I gleaned a lot of information from Ouija board sessions that later proved to be true. The messages were coming from somewhere otherworldly, but where? That's anyone's guess. You'll never convince me we weren't getting something... too many verifiable things came through and too many predictions really happened. I still have a board, two of them, in fact. I just can't find anyone to play with me. ;)
There you have it, my interest in the afterlife!