One more funeral related post, then I'll quit. I swear.
There's obviously been a lot of funeral talk this past week. Here's what my kids have said they want to have happen when they die.
Tortellini: I want to be cremated and then have my ashes put into somebody's mailbox.
Togers: I want to be cremated and then have my ashes thrown at someone I hate*.
Mr M: I want you to take my body and throw it off a cliff, because that would be an easier way to bury me. And I don't want my funeral to be fun like Grandma Great's was with food and everything. I just want there to be a whole bunch of dead chickens, and everyone has to eat them raw.
So there you have it. With any luck, I won't still be around when they go and someone else will have to carry out their wishes.
*I asked Togers who he was going to find that would be willing to throw his ashes at someone, and Mr M immediately raised his hand and said, "I'll do it."