Lots o’ dyin’ goin’ on in 2014—year ain’t over yet neither! Peggy & I got to talking about our eminent demises yesterday (Happy Holidays, right?)—we both agreed that cremation following organ donation (not that ANY-body would want ANY of my already-overused organs, IMHO) is each of our respective venues of choice.
Not that I expect my own “checkout” to elicit much more than a ripple in the force—”Did you hear? Dick Jones bought the farm today; hey—where you wanna go for lunch?” is what I expect to hear from The Great Beyond. All I ask for is a simple “Jest In Peace” proclamation from my small, semi-loyal following—what MORE could a cunning linguist ASK for, I wanna know?