My family never treated birth costs as an issue. Death, on the other hand, is fair game. After insurance paid up for my father's final hospital visit, the bill came to $700 something. My sister put it on his Discover card. And then she cracked a joke about it.
My father actually has a membership in a funeral discount club. Like CostCo for dead people.
I was dreaming about walking through the IKEA coffin section last night.
One of those dreams that you have to convince yourself didn't really happen. In retrospect, I'm surprised the real IKEA doesn't have a coffin line....
Well, they might want to look into it, given the recall story I just heard. (Glass in the pickled herring.)
But who wants to have to assemble their own - or even someone else's - coffin?
And ita, that is a stupid picture ... but let's face it, a lot of those sorts of photos are aimed at getting a fast response from men who are probably thinking about sex to start with.
Death and Allen wrenches are unmixy things.
That picture makes me think of bukkake snowballing. That's not sexy to
that
many guys.
If I could only filk, I'd be singing "Bury me not in an IKEA coffin" right now. Probably a good thing for all involved.
The first thing my parents did upon our arrival in MIchigan was go do their will. Total coinceidence, but I found it funny.
My brother is the executor and I am the durable POA - The Plug Puller. I forsee lots of instances in which I yell, "HEY! I WILL PULL YOUR PLUG!" at either of my parents.
I need to make a will -- the finances seminar showed me why I don't want to leave more of a mess behind. Does anybody have a MA-based lawyer buddy who can help me write a simple will?