It started with a text:
Will you run away with me?
To which I replied:
Only if I can drive. Love, Thelma.
I followed it up with:
Maybe we should fly in case we both want to drink.
I heard the tabs popping from here…she agreed.
Then the conversation – somehow – moved on to dying/burying/cremation. I know, twisted conversation for someone who lost half her body weight in tears when she picked out flowers for her husband’s pre-planned funeral. Will and I have this little “extra” policy and one day he asked me what I was going to do with it. I (sort of) jokingly told him I was going to have him made into a diamond. Just the carbon. I’ve threatened to put the rest of him in a Ziploc bag and carry him in my purse so whenever I get ticked at him, I can just take a pinch and stomp on him. He rolls his eyes and I continue to design my setting. Don’t get mad, he’s cut corners on me, too. But not as many because I plan to come back and haunt.
Apparently, decorative wood boxes are the way to go.
These aren’t hip. But duuude…they’re cheap. I had to clip the “box tops for education” coupons for “pimping for private schoool’s” first fundraiser. Hope I didn’t nick any of the bags….that gets into double bagging and expenses I’m not prepared to absorb.*
*I’m just kidding….or amI? 😀