Last night I firmed up my final arrangements by long distance.
Cremation's the way to go. If only for the comic potential of a ceramic urn, a mantlepiece, a widely-kimonoed family member's careless elbow, and a Dustbuster.
A violent Dustbuster experiment.
No.
The Violent Dustbuster Experiment.
The Violent Dustbuster Project?
The Violent Dustbuster Experience?
Grand Violent Dustbuster Railroad?
If I wasn't going to be so busy being dead, I'd name my prog rock group that. I might have to mock up some buttons and t-shirts to decide once and for all.
I hate to leave things on a down note, so here's a
picture.
Pink socks with green whales! A veritable pick-me-up. And while I can't guarantee that green socks with rainbows on will prevent your cavity search at the airport, I hummed through line quickly enough.