That would be my fear. "I've come to sing the praises of Jimmy, um Janey, um... whatsername...." Just put me in a bag and toss me in a dumpster.
We put Mom's ashes on the dining room table with a glass of her favorite liqueur. Then we drank ourselves stupid and laughed and cried at our memories of her.



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