Ok so this needs an explanation...and as with many stories, I think it's pretty funny.
My husband's father passed away shortly after we were married. That's right people....18 years ago!!! This is important information! My husband went to the funeral back East and came home with a small baggie of ashes...yikes, who thought that was a good idea?
He spent years trying to determine what to do with them and eventually placed them in a 49er popcorn tin we had up at the cabin. And there the ashes sat for years in the back of his closet. Occasionally, I bugged him about spreading them somewhere....anywhere! Finally a few years ago after I brought it up again, he announced that he had buried them on the back slope of our cabin.
Great!!!
The weekend he passed on was filled with odd conversations. He talked about wanting to "see who I married when he was gone," and "what a great life he had lived," and other subjects which now make me wonder if he wasn't feeling well and just didn't want to worry me. I'll never know.
It was such a morbid conversation....talking about his death....that I threatened him that if he "didn't stop talking about his death, he would spend eternity in the 9er popcorn tin with his father." That's when it happened....he lied to me:
"Oh come on honey....remember that I buried dad behind the cabin years ago?"
Sure enough, after he passed, I was looking through the cabin (rather frantically looking for notes or cards or anything from him) and I found his dad's ashes in the darn tin. LIAR!!! So true to MY word....we put his ashes in a 49er tin. Probably not for eternity....but for now. I know he'd be laughing if he knew. For now? it makes me feel good to have that tin in the family room, watching the pre-season with me. So..it might stay for a bit longer.
Warning: Don't lie to me!!! LOL
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