Oh, I almost forgot! Shirley, your marshmallow roast idea is one of the niftiest funeral ideas I’ve ever heard. I wanna be there for that one.
Conversation between me and my husband, regarding our own funerals:
Him: I want a party when I die.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Him: I want all my musician friends to bring their gear, and jam for days and days.
Me: That’s kind of neat. I think I can arrange that.
Him: I want beer.
Me: I can supply a kegger for the meal-thing afterwards, if you want.
Him: No, you don’t understand. I do want a keg, but at the funeral home. Right next to my casket.
Me: Oh. Well, I don’t think they’ll let me do that. They don’t let you take drinks in to the room where the dead people are.
Him: Why not?
Me: I don’t know. Some health department regulations. How about I try & get one set up in the room where they let you smoke & drink coffee & stuff?
Him: I’ll have to think about it. Maybe I’ll just have to have my funeral at a Catholic church.
Me: I don’t think so, honey.
Him: Why not?
Me: Well, you’re not Catholic, and your musician friends would start toking the minute they smelled the incense.
Cristi, Slayer of Peeps
I made my husband join a bridge club. He jumps next Tuesday.
(title & sig courtesy of UncleBeer and WallyM7!)
