Crappiest opening obituary line ever

From my friend Gina's obituary on Sunday:


Bauer, Gina Suzanne, 34, went to meet the Lord to run and play on May 18, 2007.


Was she a woman with a disability who lived exactly the way she wanted, or was she a fucking puppy?

Why do people assume that just because a person is in a wheelchair or otherwise has some other type of disability that s/he is some poor, pitiful, depressed little creature whose only wish in life is to die so s/he can run and play like all the lucky, able-bodied people s/he has envied her/his entire life?

Note to ABs who just don't get it: We are not unhappy. We are not miserable. We don't give a flying rat's ass that seeing us makes some of you uncomfortable. Get over it. We're a fact of life -- like blue skies and wheat bread and that pimple on your forehead from eating too much greasy food. In fact, why don't you do us all a favor and worry about that pimple. We'll get along fine without your pity and without you talking to us like we're two years old. We don't want to hear about how brave and inspirational you think we are. We're living our lives the best way we know how -- just like you, you ignorant schmucks. We bathe, we get dressed, we go about our days. We want a home and a decent job and maybe to get laid once in a while. Oh, what? Did I offend your delicate sensibilities by saying we actually think about sex? Too damned bad. We do. Having a disability does not equal losing everything that it is to be human. We laugh, we cry, we fuck. Accept that sooner rather than later, and maybe we can get past all this stupidity sooner rather than later.

Note to anyone who knows me personally: If you hear anyone spouting that BS about me when I die, smack them.