Calli, thanks, I'll look into that.
It's such a weird thing to be talking or thinking about. But it matters, you know? Obviously, I hope he's with us for a lot longer. His grandfather lived well into his 90s. Given his lifestyle and medical history, he's strong as a horse. But what'll happen with him will happen. And if I can get or keep things set up so that it gets my sister out of her hole? I want to do that. I just don't know how well I can right now.
(And it's not like he's squeamish about it - he bought into a discount funeral club like 10 years ago. Not one of those pre-paid funeral scams - more like a Sam's Club for funerals.He seriously does crack me up sometimes.)
ETA:
In semi-related news, I got a pen in my Christmas stocking from the local funeral home. Thanks, Santa.
See? He would totally do that.
ETA2, funeral weirdness bugaloo:
Did I ever mention here that the funeral director at my mom's funeral home was one of her highschool boyfriends? Small towns, man. I could not make this shit up.
Yeah, we talk about death a fair amount in my family, between one thing and another. (My father used to do a lot of funerals, hence all the pens.)
Oh yeah, I can see how that would be. And honestly, it's better that it's not a third-rail topic. But it's still weird.
My uncle was a funeral director for years. We've had a lot of interesting discussions around the dinner table.
I missed the Fed chair or head or whatever. Too many of the names were familiar but I guessed wrong on who the current one was.
I have State Farm for my car and did have it for my renter's. They didn't drop me or raise my rates after there was a fire in my apartment.
Other than telling the fam that he wants a military funeral and that we should stuff my mom ("like they did with Trigger!") and put her in the living room, my family doesn't really talk about what we should do if one of us dies.
(FTR, donate my organs if anyone will have them then cremate me please!)
In other news, I was on ice skates for the first time in 25 years. OH boy! FUN: [link] That's Noah not me. He has improved 100% from the first time. Which isn't saying much.
In other news, I was on ice skates for the first time in 25 years.
Sara would love to try ice skating, but it has to be something she does with daddy -- I can't even stand up on ice skates or roller skates, which infuriates me.
The family funeral home--I think we're related to them, and it's the place everyone I know has been buried from--has not changed its decor one iota from when I was a kid. When I stepped in there for Mother's funeral last year, it was another spin in the time warp of how my home town has not changed in nearly 30 years. I wonder if it's supposed to be comforting. Or just "If it's not broke, don't fix it."
