Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Killed by a Dead Person
There is great irony in so many situations. For instance, when you open up your hall closet, only to be bombarded with the contents from the top (now broken) shelf. That is not ironic. That is just funny...and maddening when it's 10:30 p.m. No, the irony comes when you look up to shield yourself from the falling pumpkins and plate chargers and place mats and Easter-egg coloring kits, just in time to catch and keep your father-in-law from knocking you senseless. You see, he was cremated. We keep him in the closet. I think he resents us for that. He is very heavy for a container of ashes..very heavy. Wouldn't it be the funniest of ironies to be killed, by a blow to the head, from a dead person.
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2 comments:
great thoughts :)
That is morbidly funny.
My dad is in a box. It may sound crass, but knowing him, it is perfect. He was split up, though. Half of him went to his hometown of Renton, WA. I never thought of how a cremated person could be heavy. Maybe it is because it is so early in the morning and I am sleep deprived, but I can't stop laughing at the idea of a heavy cremated dead person.
Hope your head is ok!
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