All Pinked Out

Hello. It has been a very long time since I have written. The death of Christine the Cocker Spaniel set me back at bit , and it has been difficult for me to apply myself to a great many things such as writing , and tasks such as downsizing incase I too go too quickly.

Before we move to the more serious topic  of “Writing Your Own Obituary” I just wanted to check with you about the Westminster Dog Show. Did you see  which canine won the title of best in show ? ( and was also invited to have a steak lunch at a famous New York City restaurant) The Wire fox terrier called “King”. Forget about terrier, talk about a stud muffin! The bastard is no teenager. He is 49 as I recall. Senor was quite taken with him and was heard mumbling stuff about “that is the kind of male I wanted to be.” Too late senor. For starters you are the wrong breed, and lets face it, far too old @ 511 years .

Now to the topic of the day. It became evident to me when Christine passed, that most of us are not prepared to move on (to heaven). I believe that  creating the document for publication is far too great a responsibility to leave to our grieving friends and family (Gosh I hope that they will be grieving) They are going to be busy arranging some sort of celebration of life, or religious service, or both. Then there is the catering, music, guest book, sort of all of stuff that goes into a wedding. Of course you could plan ahead for that also !  It appears that creating and publishing an obituary while maintaining financial sensibility might be a challenge. It is not difficult to spend $ 1000 in our local Times Colonist newspaper for a one day announcement. For a while there I was measuring obits to get a feel for the cost of the exercise. Lizzie Kohlert @ 26.0 cm, Joan Anderson @ 29.0 cm, Michele Pozzolo ringing in at an amazing 30.5 cm. They were not only long, but rather interesting. There was big money spent there. Give them a Google.

Now , I can see that I am getting rather close to my self alloted number of words per blog post. The next time I am in communication with you I will be sending some serious information. Links to templates, tips on privacy, advice on pictures, blah, blah.  In the meantime I am leaving you with some of the obit content that I came across while doing my research. The content made me laugh. Maybe today it will make you laugh too.

• My sister and I were born in the era where children should be seen and not heard. My sister and I were thought to be deaf mutes for most of our childhood
• Sam took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt by the fashion house Fruit of The Loom, his black label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel, and a pair of old school Wallabees. These were always paired with a grass stained baseball cap.
• Waffle House lost a loyal customer. Toni died after a battle with multiple illnesses; lupus, rickets, scurvy, kidney disease and feline leukemia. She had previously conquered polio as a child contributing to her unusually petite ankles and the nickname “polio legs’ given to her by her ex-husband. It should not be difficult to imagine the multiple reasons for their divorce 35 plus years ago.

I am way over my word limit, so it is time to go. Now that I am “on a roll” I hope to be back soon.