too creepy?

someday i'd like to write an obituary for a living friend. this might sound morbid but think about it for a second, good obits extol their subjects; they highlight the happy anecdotes of life; they find the meaning, the miracles, and untold legacies of our beloved. it seems a bit silly that we reserve all this potential for encouragement until after our friends are gone. but then again, i'd hate for an obit to turn prophetic.

i'm tired and want to go to sleep, but all my underwear is in the dryer.