Once again, it promises to be a year of weddings and funerals. Just this week my landlord and John Vukovich died. And I have a wedding invitation to reply to.
On my Mom’s tombstone we inscribed the words, “Be Good to Yourself!” Those were always her last words, “Be good to my Scott.” Be good to my whoever.
What do I want to put on my grave? I’m very much the type who wants to be buried upside down so – you know the old joke. If I were a crass man I’d put “Get Bent” or something equally unfriendly. But I’m better than that. Or at least have a little more stylish wit. For now, I think I’ve settled on the following:
“Wish you were here.“