Inspired (sadly) by the recent death of an elderly man at our church, the Husbandlet and I had the following irreverent conversation on the way to work this morning:
Him: Funerals are expensive. When I die, donate my body to science, after you take out all the organs that could do anybody any good. Or wrap me in a sheet and bury me in the backyard, and plant some interesting tree over me.
Me: Just not a mango tree. (The Husbandlet is allergic to mangoes.)
Him: Yeah, it might make the tree break out with some sort of weird rash.
Me: The mangoes would have this unidentifiable growth on their skins.
Him: No, donate me to VMRC.
Me: To what?
Him: I just gave you the wrong letters. I meant to say VCU. It?s a medical research center. VMRC is the Virginia Marine Resource Commission.
Me: ?I don?t know why he wanted me to give you his body, but it?s here in his will! Do you know what to do with it? I don?t know what to do with it!?
Him: ?Break out the meat grinder, Bubba! We?re feeding the crabs!?
Me: Yuck!
Him: Well, what else would they do with me?
Me: Prop you in a desk chair and just say you?ve got tenure.