The Pregnant Waddle

Pre-Pregnancy Weight Just Around the Corner (It's Trying to Run and Hide)

Saturday, September 16, 2006


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.


At 8:45 AM, Blogger Neb said...

That was awesomely funny. Thanks for sharing. :-D

At 1:47 PM, Blogger Alysia said...

Recommend for husbandlet:

"Stiff: the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers" by Mary Roach

- Unfortunate last name, that. But a fascinating read, nonetheless.


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