Almost done with my gardening and besides having a bad back, I am doing OK.
Admit it, one of the first three things you read in the newspaper is the obituaries. We look to see who younger than us has died, what they died of (wondering if we have any of the symptoms of that disease), and possibly in these days of high unemployment, a new job opening.
Some obits are just the bare facts, some are lovingly written, and others detail all the wonderful things the deceased has experienced in their lives. Then there is this trend of showing a picture of the dearly departed that was taken decades before. I like that and am thinking I would want to have a head shot of myself when I was 21 photo-shopped on the bikini clad body of Marilyn Monroe for my memorial. I think that might generate more interest in reading about my rather ordinary life. This would be my last hurrah and why not go out leaving that memory behind.
Last week our local newspaper printed a rather long obituary about a man who lived to be 80, had contributed much to society, and was quite an interesting character. However, it was the first paragraph that got me.
"Joe Smith (not real name) departed this earthly cathedral for his last trip on June 6, 2012. The mode of transportation was unannounced by the Lord, but it is hoped it was by air to meet St Peter, though it may have been a short cruise across the River Styx to meet the horned fellow."
I wonder if his ex-wife had anything to do with this. My feeling though is that this was the work of the late gentleman who had a sense of humor.
It is always good to leave them laughing.