One of my favorite YouTube shows. It helps me face the inevitable. Some assorted thoughts on the subject:

1. Mona is going to need a piano box or a bonfire on a Texas A&M scale.

2. I want to be cremated and my ashes dumped off the Belmont Fishing Pier. And I mean dumped. Take the top off the urn or plastic baggie and THROW! God knows I ate enough crab
I caught from off the pier. It's time to give some back.

3. My brothers will forget that I want to be cremated and I'll either end up in the same Potter's field as Carol-Ann is buried in (kind of okay with that), or buried next to my mother (definitely NOT OKAY with that).

4. My brother Robert won't call whom he's supposed to call and I'll spend 4-6 months in a mortuary freezer like our mother did (dipshit).

5. Getting buried is a pretty scary idea for me because if I'm wrong about God (99.99999 sure there isn't one), on Judgement Day I'll wake up naked in a huge field full of people I wouldn't like under any circumstances.

6. Mona will be there ready to clobber me for the fat jokes.