Friday, August 13, 2010
My mother called the other day and asked me to take her shopping.
"Sure," I responded. "What do you need?"
"They have some urns on sale at London Drugs that I want to see."
"Ok, I'll pick you up at one."
At the drugstore we scoped out the urns; there were many different types and colors.
"What about this one?" I suggested.
"No, no," she said. "I need one with a lid."
"A lid?" I said, feeling puzzled. "What is this urn for?"
"My ashes," she answered in a distracted manner.
I stood there like (an urn?) stunned by what she had said.
"Why on earth are you buying an urn for your own ashes?"
"Well, I don't want anyone else to have to pay for it and I thought it would be cheaper here."
I gently explained to my mom she didn't need to buy an urn right now; I wold take care of it at the proper time.
After thinking the whole thing over, I told her I'm going to buy a large tupperware bowl, stick her in the cupboard and every month I'll burp her.