…Nobody fears…

…Nobody fears death. They fear what comes after.

polite poetry

Euphemisms ( From father to son)

Your dear old bunny kicked the bucket

Your dear old bunny passed away

Your dear old bunny is in a better place

and there he wants to stay

your dear old bunny is six feet under

He found a soft dirt bed

 I hate to break it to you daddy

But my dear old bunny is dead.