Two Funerals and a Creepy Lake

Been to two funerals in a week. I like wearing black but this is ridiculous, both sad days of not knowing what to say.All the big questions and what ifs come up at funerals but Life is a mystery and even more so is death.Of the two funerals, the less religious one for my dear auntie was actually much better, no spruiking for converts, just a celebration of someones life. Both choked me up because although there is often a lot fibbing about what a great person such and such was at these things both of these human beings were truly wonderful and my world seems duller without them even though I only saw them occasionally.
Permanence is the great myth. All things will pass. Change is the only constant much as we humans try to deny this. Yet we live as if we had all the time in the world.

Recorded a podcast on the way down to Canberra yesterday in the car. Which was an excellent way to pass the time and talk about obscure music facts and future projects although I'm not sure about the background noise. Note to self buy a Prius for future podcasting- they are sposed to be almost silent.Also not sure about the impact on my driving ,searching for CDs etc wilst careering along at god knows what speed.
Must mention spooky Lake George.The lake doesn't exist at the moment, it comes and goes depending on rainfall I guess. Driving along this non lake is always a spooky creepy experience for me and my brothers. It is the last place in the world I would want to breakdown. We always told ghost stories along this stretch, they have been several dissapearances and phantom hitchhikers and the strange encounter with the girl in the red cape as well as a whole canoe of sea scouts who drown there. So I'm wondering is this just us or does everyone feel this creepy vibe along that stretch of road?
Try it and see,just don't break down and remember the urban legend -whatever you do don't look back.