My Muse came over the other day. He has somewhat of a morbid sense of humor. He likes to cruise the obituary pages for interesting glimpses at human behavior and relationships.
He was the one who noted a gentleman last year who was included with his nickname: "Tater Bug." He also pointed out this woman's unfortunate name. The Muse's comment at the time was, "Not surprisingly, her husband Ruben was the only one of her many male suitors who could actually find her."
Then the other day, he passed along this gem:
As a result, I've added this to my nightly prayers:
And if I should die before I wake,
please make no Lubiderm jokes at my wake.