inb4 
She was dead, and it was at a funeral. She was 24 and it was at an open casket funeral. She was a distant relative who i never knew, but my aunt roped me into going. When everyone went up to see her in the casket, some held her hand or touched her face. I decided to simply rest my fingers on her top of her hand, and wrist. She was cold, not extremely cold, but cold enough to be like "yeah man, she's dead". Surprisingly she was not stiff though. Very soft to the touch. Part of me wanted to hold her hand for a few seconds, but i just touched her top of her hand and wrist. I pushed in slightly, and she was still able to pressed in, like a person. I thought she'd be stiff. She wasn't a Stacy, she was a lowtier becky at best. But "volcel if you wouldn't" i guess. I've always had a fascination with the dead, and wanted to always see and feel a dead body. Well now i have. And it was better than i thought it would be. Luckily there was no smell, no smell at all actually. If you ever get the chance to go to an open casket funeral, do so. This may be your only time to ever touch a woman, especially if she's a Stacy. It was a very interesting moment in my life. Sort of depressing when you realise the only woman who will "let" you touch her hand is a dead one.
She was dead, and it was at a funeral. She was 24 and it was at an open casket funeral. She was a distant relative who i never knew, but my aunt roped me into going. When everyone went up to see her in the casket, some held her hand or touched her face. I decided to simply rest my fingers on her top of her hand, and wrist. She was cold, not extremely cold, but cold enough to be like "yeah man, she's dead". Surprisingly she was not stiff though. Very soft to the touch. Part of me wanted to hold her hand for a few seconds, but i just touched her top of her hand and wrist. I pushed in slightly, and she was still able to pressed in, like a person. I thought she'd be stiff. She wasn't a Stacy, she was a lowtier becky at best. But "volcel if you wouldn't" i guess. I've always had a fascination with the dead, and wanted to always see and feel a dead body. Well now i have. And it was better than i thought it would be. Luckily there was no smell, no smell at all actually. If you ever get the chance to go to an open casket funeral, do so. This may be your only time to ever touch a woman, especially if she's a Stacy. It was a very interesting moment in my life. Sort of depressing when you realise the only woman who will "let" you touch her hand is a dead one.
