[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam sitting; Ms. BoxJam is reading]]

BoxJam: One day, when we're dead, we'll be buried side by side somewhere.

BoxJam: I find it oddly soothing to think that, as our bodies decay, they'll be TOGETHER. After all, decay is a step toward new life.

BoxJam: We might grow together into some flowers, or a beautiful tree!

Ms. BoxJam: When you die, they replace your blood wth enbalming fluid and put your coffin in a sealed concrete vault. Your corpse won't become plant food before the sun explodes.

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BoxJam: If your teaching career falls through, you could always become a grief counselor.