Plant an apple tree over me, for preference.

When I was 5 and living in a trailer park, my friends and I would go play in the applie orchard that was in the cemetary. We'd climb the trees and eat apples duly fertilized by dead folk. Then we'd play Applecore.

t makes mental note to eat a handful of Aimee before she's scattered, just to weird everyone out

In other news, I am highly suggestible, and now own the Flogging Molly cd that Connie was listening to earlier.

Brenda, you should send me a hundred dollars.

I hate the phone, and talking on it makes me irritable.

This is me. I don't want to talk to anyone on the phone. DH calls me a dozen times a day if we aren't working in the same office, but he has learned to keep it brief. I glance at the caller ID. If it is "toll free number" or "unknown" I pick it up and hang up so I don't have to listen to it ring. The phone is a necessary evil.

Terri's tube has been removed. May it stay that way. Her husband has never come off that well to me, but the facts of the case support him. He did go through extraordinary effort to care for her including personal medical training. He now works in an ER. He could have easily given up and let the parents take over. I don't know if I could have fought this as long as he has.

It is still very sad. I hope all of my family can spend their time comforting each other and not fighting with each other if I get incapacitated.

There's a Swedish process (just being tested) where they freeze-dry you, pulverize you, and use you as fertilizer. Much less wasteful than cremation.

I would LOVE to do that. Plant an apple tree over me, for preference.

Yes, this! Amy and I were talking about this. I want a maple tree.

In other news, I am highly suggestible, and now own the Flogging Molly cd that Connie was listening to earlier.

Wow! I get a Flogging Molly toaster!

Not sold in Williams Sonoma.

makes mental note to eat a handful of Aimee before she's scattered, just to weird everyone out

Pfft. Like you're invited.

I like the fertilizer idea! A lot.

Bella Donna please.

Pfft. Like you're invited.

Like I wouldn't totally crash your wake.

Like you totally won't already be dead. You're MUCH older than I am.

it's only Michael Schiavo's word that his wife didn't want to be kept alive

The lesson here is that every single one of us should sit down right now and write a living will, if we haven't already, detailing exactly what we do and don't want done in case of catastrophic illness. Ask your legal next of kin--all of them: spouses, parents, children--to witness it and sign it.

Cool, necro-smack-down.

edit: in re: Sean and Aimee, of course. Smack downs with living wills is not cool.

A vague disclaimer is no one's friend.