So I met my mother for lunch yesterday as she was in town with her boy toy. Yes, even my mother has a boy toy, yet I find myself with ……… 3 dogs. Whatever. I’ve mentioned the strange dynamic that goes on in my family but I do believe this example with just about say it all. So my mother, who is in fine health, by the way, sits down and instructs me that she would like to be cremated when she dies and sprinkled in the Pacific Ocean. Really? I just thought we were meeting for lunch, not discussions on death and the afterlife, but my bad apparently. Of course, being as I deal with just about everything by making a joke out of it, I counter her Pacific Ocean sprinkling with a flush down the toilet. Water is water right and since she’s dead, she won’t know the difference. She then threatens me with eternal haunting (like she doesn’t already). 😉 So I soften my approach and offer another option. To be possibly be put in a baggie and placed on my mantle. For one of my dogs to inevitably eat. 🙂
Don’t you wish you were a part of my family?