Hil, I rinse in the sink kneeling on a chair because that was how my mom did it.

{{Connie}} I dealt with the funeral home stuff myself, but my SIL did the memorial at her home. It was perfect. It looked no different than my wedding, except he wasn't there. Same people, same location, same food and drink spread. Lots of booze and laughter, and sobbing.

No probate stuff for us. Everything we owned was joint. I had to draw down the bank account to zero and then set up a single account because they couldn't take his name off the account without his permission, yeah right. When I sold the house it didn't seem to matter. He didn't own a car because he hated to drive.

We actually had life insurance, and when I remembered that it was a big help. It took a bit of fighting because we had purchased the policy 4 Days before he was diagnosed. Complete coincidence. Fortunately it was provable. The agent did all the fighting for me.

Please let us know if there is any help you need with battling bureaucracy. I suck at budget stuff, but I know others here are great with those kinds of things. People really do want to help, so if you see a way just let us know.

I'm thinking that not having to refill all his prescriptions may be enough to offset the loss of hte pension. Yay, American medical care.

I did get a smile out of the attending physician when I said, "Doc, he's got a stash of pain pills and such that rivals Breaking Bad. Where do I get rid of them?"

People keep saying the police department, but from what I've heard they just dump them down the toilet. I'm thinking of asking the pharmacy if they have better resources.

ETA: I think I need to create a calendar saying "Be calm, it's only been X number of days."

Having toured a water treatment plant, they do not like dumping pills down the toilet.

Dressing to the nines has a murky start: [link]

More photos are showing up. Slowly, the photographers shots are popping up on the grooms facebook page. Shockingly, the priority is the happy couple. Crazy, right? Without me, it would have never happened! (Dripping in sarcasm there, in case you couldn't tell).

The happy couple is at Disneyland today, with the ring bearers. I think they were 18 months and 3 years old. So the couple asked me to check in on the puppy and let him out. Which means I get to raid the fridge of left over BBQ!!! That was some yummy food!

I wonder if "the nines" is magical/religious, three 3's, a Trinity of Trinities, a stable tripod made up of tripods. Turtles all the way down.

Some clinics/doctor's offices have an incinerator for destroying pills.

These drugs are so damned much money, I understand they can't reissue them because of fears of contamination, but there's several hundred dollars worth of pills in that suitcase. And that's aside from me looking at those bottles of restricted narcotics and thinking "You'd only run into an undercover cop if you tried."

"Doc, he's got a stash of pain pills and such that rivals Breaking Bad. Where do I get rid of them?"

When Stephen passed I had tons of medications including plenty of pain pills. I gave them to a person I knew that worked with AIDS patients in a hospice type setting. It was a wink wink kind of deal where he couldn't say so, but he was totally going to give them to people that could not afford them.

eta: My vet did the same thing. Took back the medications and was going to give them to people that couldn't afford them.

I don't think I know anyone like that, darn it.

Apparently it is pretty much impossible for individuals to donate unused medications in this country. Hospitals and such can do so. Unless someone here knows someone that could use them properly the best solution is likely to give them to the pharmacy for disposal.

We all know there a plenty of people that could use them! It sucks that there is no method to legally donate.

The street value of the drugs I had when my mom died - crazy. Especially cause we had done in home hospice for a bit, we had HUGE bottles of morphine and methadone. My mom's friend took care of getting rid of them and I'm not quite sure what she did.

I do remember one place insisting they had to talk with her to cancel her account. Even when I asked if they were going to stage a seance, she was very insistant. Clueless. I chose to laugh instead of cry.