Hey you two, thanks for being my brothers! Y’all have helped a bunch.
I picked out her funeral suit. They wanted a complete set of undies, too. So I just grabbed stuff off of each of the appropriate piles. I forgot a bottle of her nail polish. They wanted that too — but anyway, they’ll just use whatever pink color they have. I chose an Adolfo suit — he is Nancy Reagan’s favorite designer. Mom’s friend, Aunt Carol, who was helping with the process, said that this suit was one of Mom’s favorites. We couldn’t find the Right Shoes to go with it, so we went with a whitish pair. It’s gonna be closed casket, as she and I both wanted, so I ask you: what in bleeding hell do they need shoes and panties for??? I don’t wanna even think about the nail polish.
But if I wrapped her in my tallit and threw her in a hole, she’d just come back to haunt me, and I’ve only now just got her dead.
Avraham, it’s going to take me a while to explain my relationship with her. To help the explanation: vodka and Cointreau, in a 2:1 ratio (or 6:1, according to the bartender at this hotel), plus some lime juice and cranberry juice to taste. Shake with ice and pour into chilled martini glass.
The rest of you: ignore the above.
Love to both,
P
white pebble 