Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday. Hard to miss all the people coming at me with gritty gray crosses on their foreheads.

I used to think that the ash was made from cremated dead people, but I still didn't mind when they made us line up once a year in school and get it smudged onto our foreheads. However, I tried to keep it on my forehead as long as possible (out of respect?), and I couldn't bring myself to touch it because, ew, dead people remains.

But on my forehead was fine.