I feel so good I swallow it whole.
I feel so dead I walk around smiling.
I feel so alive I jump above the hoop.
I feel so inadequate I read the dictionary.

The story...
One rainy night 7 friends got together and spokeu00e2u0080u00a6 not of Bollywood, not of girlfriends, not of boyfriends, not of money, not of career, but of camaraderie and happiness. It was an unusual topic.

We drew chits with our names on them and picked them up in random order. The game was simple. Pretend everyone was dead and speak of the person chosen on his or her funeral.
A game of "eulogy" if you will!