There’s this joke I like and it goes something like this: My grandfather was a bus driver. When I die, I want to go just like him, quietly and in my sleep. And not screaming in a horrible fiery death. . . like his passengers.
It’s good to have a sense of humor about things, even when one of those things is pushing up daisies. This mom may have passed on, but the parking meter next to her tombstone bears out the epitaph upon it that her humor lives on.
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