My lawyer seems to believe this is all very doable. Of course I called him my lawyer there, because calling him my uncle just seems so weird. He caught sight of my wrists today because uhm...how could he not. And he said 'You know, Son. I don't know what you do in your personal time, but you might want to cut back.' Thanks, Uncle Gabriel! I'll take that on board. Sorry, priestly arseholes, we can't play. My uncle told me I had to cut back.
Ah. Bitterness. Anyway, the main issue at this point is just finding the properly trained staff who understand. Rolf says he knows some people he could try to see if they're interested. Of course, I'd love to find demons and angels to help demons and angels...and everyone else of course, but I know that's not completely feasible. But they do have to know what they'd be dealing with. And it's kind of hard to advertise for that. 'Applicant must have appropriate knowledge of the supernatural'. We'll see how it goes though. For now, I have to get the plans approved by a committee thing (the word 'committee scares the crap out of me) and then we can start to build. Which means I need plans. Which is why I called these plansy people. And they called the lawyers and they called me and it's like...a circle of cluelessnes and really cool ringtones.
Uhm...also I spoke to Robert's parents. The very same parents who forced Robert into the clergy because he was gay and they thought it would 'cure him'. I told them he'd want to be buried with his family, even if there's only ashes to bury. He'd want a headstone and a place that is a tribute to him, I know that. They said they don't want him on their family plot. I said fine. He can have a plot in mine (actually he can have MY plot in mine but...you know...) because he was family to me and then I may have screamed a couple more choice words before hanging up loudly.
So there that is.