September 5, 2010
Sick Humor
Ever since I was diagnosed, I’ve been blunt and inappropriate on a regular basis. I am now rubbing off on my family. Yesterday, while my husband and I were gardening together, a very strange conversation took place:
“Hey, Ken, you can just bury me in the compost pile when I’m dead.”
“Nah. Too many chemicals.”
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You guys are so funny.
Guess that means you don’t qualify as “organic” anymore.
My father-in-law maintains that when he dies he wants to be buried in the back forty (they live on 80 acres in northern Michigan) under the beech tree – where they buried all the dogs.