Today I received a letter addressed to my father from a department store, thanking him for being a loyal customer and gioving him a coupon for future shopping.
My father’s loyalty must be unshakable. He died in 1996. To the best of my knowledge, he never shopped at said store, which doesn’t even have a location anywhere near where he lived.
Any day now, I’m expecting a letter offering him an extended warranty for his 1953 Studebaker.
Gramma subscribed to a particularly virulent clan of magazines, one of which went by the name of “Country Woman”. I moved in with grampa after she died and not a day went by that some offshoot of that group didn’t send a “renew” or “renew or die!” ad to his mailbox. Finally, about a year after I first returned a “she’s dead, please remove from promotion” note, dead gramma received a letter which started off with, “We’ve been persistent…”
On the same letter I wrote: “You are persistent. She is dead. She wins. PLEASE take her off your mailing list.”
That worked, believe it or not.
My father died in 1995, and my mother died in 2005. I still get mail for both of them.
But even stranger: I attended an art school in the late 60s, but I dropped out before finishing even one semester. Their alumni organization has been sending mail about every couple of weeks, for the past 40 years.
Filing a change of address to some innovative pornographers office would be in order, I believe.
I bought this house from my grandmother. She and Grandpa lived here since the 40s, and Grandpa ran a business out of this place. He died in 1988, and I’m STILL getting some of his business mail.
It’s been over a decade for dad, and the mail keeps coming. It started trickling the last couple years. At least when the Wisconsin do not call list was started , the phone calls stopped. Ma answering those calls after the first 6 months always got a reaction to put it mildly.