Quote:
Originally Posted by Snowflake
I remember when we picked up my friend Gene at the mortuary to take him out for a final lunch at his favorite restaurant. I opened the box to transfer the urn to another container, not realizing the plastic box was the urn, the poor cab driver howled with laughter as I exclaimed out loud, My God Gene, you look like a bag of Johnny Cat. He did, too. After 15 years in our dining room, we spread him in Golden Gate Park last year and said farewell one last time.
|
you just reminded me of when I called the mortgage lender to have her name removed from the deed. when I told the poor lady on the other end of the line "I need to have my wife taken off the deed to the house" she responded with "well, we'll need x-form filled out and signed by her as a release of interest, and it must be notorized (blah blah)"
my response (and honestly, without meaning to be a smartass...just my state of mind at the time, I suppose) was "Hmm...thats going to be kind of tricky. Shes locked in my safe at the moment."
a "gasp!" and echoing silence was all I could hear for the longest time. next voice I heard was her supervisor.
oops. poor thing probably still has nightmares over that
as far as spreading the remains I always envisioned the same deal used in "The Great Escape" for spreading the tunnel dirt above ground. (which was also suggested to me by the mortician oddly enough) a small bag down the pant leg, a string release, just walk around, pull the string and just sort of let them spread out.
dunno. doesnt actually feel like something I need to act on immediately