If I had died at the World Trade Center and my loved ones (and they know this is true) kept coming back to remember me on this date every year (rather than concentrating on how badly our government let us down and how we can avoid it happening again...without war) and they weren't all partying their asses off on 9/11, smiling (even if with a tear in their eye but damn you don't let it drop) and thinking happy thoughts about me, I'd seriously come back and haunt every damn one of them.
I'm just sayin'....
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