My hair used to be long enough to wear in a ponytail. And sometimes I would do that. I wear my hair short now, but the most recent time I grew my hair out long - when it was time for a haircut - I cut off the ponytail all at once, and saved it. I still have it. A rubberbanded ponytail in a small unlabeled box in a dresser drawer. When I die, my kids will probably go through my stuff. I suspect they will stumble upon my scalp-less ponytail when they lift the lid off that unlabeled box/hair coffin. And they will find that discovery to be disturbing and grotesque - because it is.
Love,
Daddy
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