My Dad was like one of those old silent movie comedians. Like one was the bumbling idiot and the other was the smart stright man. My Dad was a mixture of both.
So after he died and he was cremated and placed on top of my moms bookcase for safe keeping. Than the funnest thing happen.
One day my youngest brother goes to my mom and gives her her mail. Than says to my 2yrs younger brother "Hay get.me Mom's stool." My mom ask "why?"
He says "Because I have to give Dad his mail."
My mom gave a look of (-.-) and said give it here.
Turns out it was a jury duty notice lol and his number 13 lol
We all joked that we strap a tie around the urn and take him to the court and say he is there for his jury duty.
We are all convinced he sent that himself from beyond the urn lol just to make us laugh
So after he died and he was cremated and placed on top of my moms bookcase for safe keeping. Than the funnest thing happen.
One day my youngest brother goes to my mom and gives her her mail. Than says to my 2yrs younger brother "Hay get.me Mom's stool." My mom ask "why?"
He says "Because I have to give Dad his mail."
My mom gave a look of (-.-) and said give it here.
Turns out it was a jury duty notice lol and his number 13 lol
We all joked that we strap a tie around the urn and take him to the court and say he is there for his jury duty.
We are all convinced he sent that himself from beyond the urn lol just to make us laugh