Whoever writes the local-feature obits for the Sunday Post had a field day this past week, writing about an elderly widow who had loved her parakeet Snookie so much that she asked that they be buried together. "Her request was to be buried with Snookie. If the bird went first, she wanted him stored in the freezer until she died. She appreciated the family comeback that if Snookie outlived her, a relative would buy a large freezer in which to keep her."
The bird died in September; the widow, in April. Her daughter-in-law notified the rest of the family via e-mail.
Header: "It's time to defrost Snookie."
"O villain! O rogue! O slave! O rascal!"
"I dare say that when I get out of this bed I shall do some deed of an almost terrible virtue." —G.K. Chesterton
5 comments:
i adore this. i have a dear friend (my best, in fact) who has a father (just one) who insists on advising people of the passing of friends and family alike through the subject line of emails. no body to the message, of course. the subject line gives all the information he has (always). i think the "defrost" message is a far more cleaver way to go about it. -IE
whoa. not cleaver. clever. in general, i'm not a fan of using cleavers to make announcements. -IE
I love that you learn so, SO much about the family with that one line. Love and humor and acceptance and affection.
And I'm sure that no-one will miss that one wing. They can just lay him on that side for the viewing. It was really late, and I was SO hungry...!
Sheesh, JZ, we can't take you anywhere.
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