Tribute

The wife's mother's family reunion was this weekend and I was pressed into service. I unloaded and reloaded cars, set up tables and chairs -- nothing too strenuous, really. The hardest thing I had to do was pass the time, since I didn't know anybody and nobody had much interest in getting to know me.

Of course Dr. Wife was busy with her mom and family, which left me mostly alone for the weekend. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for my brother-in-law, who kept things interesting with horseshoes and racism.

On Sunday, after an overly filling breakfast, we went to the cemetary to see some people I never met. And we talked, as we always do, about what we would like to be done with our bodies once we've died.

I used to say cremation, but now I think I like the idea of a green burial. No chemicals. Just put me in the ground and let me rot away to nothing. Would I like a headstone? Maybe. I don't know. I guess it's nice to give people a place to go to remember you.

With that in mind, here is what I saw on my way to work this morning.

"IN LOVING MEMORY OF LASHONDA"

LaShonda was lovingly memorialized in shoe polish on the back window of a purple Dodge Neon.

Rest in peace, LaShonda...until it rains or somebody decides to gauge the horniness of their fellow drivers via a honking poll.