On this Lunch Monday, we found ourselves running so far ahead of schedule that we ended up spending the last fifteen minutes of Hallie's lunch hour sitting in the parking lot eating McD's soft serve cones and reading the newspaper. I happened to have my section open to the page with the obits when suddenly, Hallie piped up with, "Mom, I've been working on an obit for you."
My curiosity was piqued, but I was suspicious. "Oh yeah? What?"
"Well, so far, I only have one line: 'Her death was made even more tragic by the fact that she was only four Babies short of completing her life's work--collecting every Beanie Baby ever made.'"
For what it's worth, by the way, I don't collect Beanie Babies (or anything else.)
2 comments:
When people die, we should never let facts get in the way of sentiments. Can you imagine the mixed bag of emotions Hallie would endure when people brought Beanie Babies to your viewing/memorial service/burial?
When I die I want a whole host of women to exclaim, "Does that mean I can't collect child support?"
snort!
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