I came across some interesting texts my husband and I exchanged after his Mom died. He was in the middle of planning the third funeral he's had to do in his life for a family member- he did his first wife's, his dad's and now his mother's.
For some reason, I wanted to save these for posterity. Maybe because they are so weird, and so funny.
Him: I had my mom embalmed this morning. They said it went well, and she looks good.
Me: You're such a good son.
Him: I thought it would be nice to have her bodily fluids drained so she wouldn't have to make any stops on the way down from Nova Scotia.
Me: So thoughtful of you.
You're getting really good at throwing funerals. When you do mine it's going to be awesome.
Him: It will. But I don't want to do another one anytime soon.
Me: We'll see..... I think my elbow cancer has moved into my left hip....
Him: Ask the doctor for more of that medicine that cleared up your imaginary brain cancer.
Me: If I do die, the only thing that I ask is that you use a nice picture of me in my obituary. I don't really care about the rest. You can do whatever you want.
Him: You should plan your funeral on your blog.
Me: I don't think so. That's kind of dark and weird.
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