When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poke me in the ribs, cackle, and tell me, “You’re next.”
They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
via email Wed, 21 Feb 2001 18:08:47 -0500
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