I've told you before that my family has an odd sense of humor. For a good 20 minutes at our annual family Easter crawfish boil, we riffed on what would be on my sister Terry's tombstone. Here are some of the best that I remember:
- I'm done.
- I told you I was sick.
- That's all I got.
- Last call.
- Somebody order pizza for the kids.
- Heaven looks a lot like New Orleans.
- Hell smells a lot like New Orleans.
- I just need to lay down for a minute.
- It was Dan's fault. (Dan's her husband of 23 years if you hadn't guessed.)
- Hey, my foot doesn't hurt anymore.
- What do you mean there's no beer in Heaven?
- What do you mean there's no beer in Hell?
5 comments:
Very, very funny! And I DO know what it means to miss New Orleans. Spent a few years there back in the 80's. Love the song, too!
Nice blog.
Peace
Glod - I've seen your blog. You would love my family.
Helen - Thanks for the compliments. New Orleans is a special place.
Like your family, it seems I fall into the odd humor category. Because I have thought that nobody would get my humor, or that it would be woefully out of date before I am dead for any length of time, I have decided to just get cremated and have my remains spread out here and there.
It is pretty morbid, but still, I laugh ... and tell Terry that the pizza is on the way! Her total is $10.99.
Ed - I say you should go for the clever tombstone. Or how about a crazy video? Hmmm, I need to start working on mine.
Astrid - I'll pass the word. You can put the pizza on my debit card.
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