One day we were all sitting
around in the living room, talking, and the subject turned to how we would
like our funeral to be held when the time came.
Mike came up with something
like this:
“When I die, I want my head
cut off and my body cooked on the old barbecue grill, then served up to the
whole family with sauce, potato salad, and all the fixings. Afterward, I want
them to play a game of soccer with my head, and afterwards the bloody, bruised,
dirty thing placed on top of the TV set, for all to forever see and remember
me.”
Mom recoiled in disgust.
“I don’t want a filthy thing
like that on my TV!”
Mike replied indignantly:
“Woman! Have you no respect
for the dead?”
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