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Thursday, May 25, 2006

He's dying

One of my father's oldest friends, that is. My father didn't say it outright, of course; euphemisms for death are large in the South. My father's exact words were, "They've put Vogler's on notice", Vogler's being "the" funeral home of choice here.

When I die, though, I don't want Vogler's. Vogler's was bought out by one of those corporations years ago. I want an independent. And I don't want to "die" or "pass away". I want to be "welcomed into Heaven by a choir of angels triumphant" or some such.

I also want my obituary to be as fascinating as this one, minus the mention of a murder, a sentence of death, and the embalmed body being up for public view for 18 years.
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