Appeared today (scroll down) in a variety of newspapers:
DEAR ABBY: My husband is in poor health, and when his time comes, I
would like to have him stuffed. It would be comforting to see him
sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. That way I'd always
know where he is, plus he wouldn't be asking me for another beer all the
time. My kids don't like the idea. What about you, Abby? -- DESERT HOT
SPRINGS, CALIF.
DEAR D.H.S.: Grief makes people do strange things. I'm not sure you
are thinking this through. Once you are finished grieving, you may meet
someone you want to watch a game with and need that chair.
I wonder if she might settle for his image on a dart board.
ReplyDeleteReady this today with eyebrows raised to the ceiling.
ReplyDeleteLetter for real? Or late for April Fool's?
Although interesting idea ---