This is actually funny to me because as a child I fondly remember playing “Funeral” as one of our games.
The game consisted of players taking turns lying very still and dead in some kind of coffin or just on the floor. Then everyone else takes turns going up to your dead body and saying last words about what a good friend you were or maybe you were an ass and the world is better off without you or absolutely whatever you wanted to say, sometimes funny and sometimes true. Then maybe you throw some “flower” or something and the next kid takes a turn.
When everybody has spoke their thoughts you’re covered with blankets or pillows or whatever we had and you experience just being dead and buried, until you get bored then you get up and it’s someone else’s turn to die.
I don’t know why we played such a morbid game as kids but there you go. Maybe it’s why I’m so cynical and nihilist as a grown up.
The game consisted of players taking turns lying very still and dead in some kind of coffin or just on the floor. Then everyone else takes turns going up to your dead body and saying last words about what a good friend you were or maybe you were an ass and the world is better off without you or absolutely whatever you wanted to say, sometimes funny and sometimes true. Then maybe you throw some “flower” or something and the next kid takes a turn.
When everybody has spoke their thoughts you’re covered with blankets or pillows or whatever we had and you experience just being dead and buried, until you get bored then you get up and it’s someone else’s turn to die.
I don’t know why we played such a morbid game as kids but there you go. Maybe it’s why I’m so cynical and nihilist as a grown up.