So this week’s topic is who would I want to be haunted by. To be honest, I’m not quite sure I want to be haunted, but it’s close to Halloween, so the topic is timely.
Jess Jarman and Jenny Trout and I have gotten into arguments about which one of us will die first. We each call dibs because none of us want to be sad and miss the others. But, plus side, we’ve all promised to haunt each other. And, I’d like to think we’d all haunt Norris. She’s too fit to ever die.
I wouldn’t haunt Kayleigh or Kellie though. They’d freak out. And I don’t want to be mean. I’m not sure about haunting Jessica, Gwen or Paige. Not sure how they’d feel about it. I would totally haunt Jessica and Kayleigh’s dogs though. Then I could play with them without getting hive-y. I believe that allergies and hives don’t exist in the afterlife.
Anyway…who would I want to haunt me?
It may be too soon for this, but I’d be down with having Robin Williams haunt me. I adored him so much, I feel like he’d be fascinating and fun to chat with.
(In my version of the afterlife, ghostly communication is easy. No Ouija boards necessary.)
I’d also be all right with having Terry Prachett haunt me. We could talk writing. Oh, and I’d love to talk poetry with Anne Sexton.
Oh! And Maurice Sendak! I’d love to be haunted by him!
Now, pretty much all of the people I wouldn’t want to be haunted by are currently alive, but were they to suddenly drop dead, I definitely wouldn’t want to be haunted by Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, Anne Coulter, Ted Cruz, any of the Bushes or the Duggars – mostly because they’d be within throat punching distance and I couldn’t do anything about it because they’d be incorporeal. That would suck so bad. Also? I feel like they’d never shut up. It would be worse than being trapped in a waiting room that only plays FOX news.
I’d rather put up with Beetlejuice himself than any of the above.
So, who would you want to be haunted by?