This could become a regular feature here since it happens so often. Last night the spawn and I were at my parents for dinner.
Brief aside….I didn’t realize how much I missed spaghetti with meat sauce. Since my husband and my son are meatball guys, and I’m not terribly picky, I hadn’t eaten it in a while. My dad knocked it out of the park!
So anyway, we are sitting at dinner and I asked my mother if she’d seen the obituary for a distant acquaintance. I remarked that it was quite brief and learned that it is fairly expensive to publish a lengthy obit in the local newspaper. I guess I didn’t realize that. At this point, my normally laconic father says,
“Don’t bother…here’s mine: ‘I’m dead. Bye.’ “
I thought my son was going to have a fit he was laughing so hard. My sister wipes her eyes and assures my dad that we’ll take him up on it! So goes a fairly average conversation chez moi.
Ancient Armitage 