In case you’ve ever wondered, I’m going to let you know how to tell when the “shit gets real.”
When you get solicitations from a funeral home! Yes! I wish I was making this up, but I’m not.
The other day, when I brought in our mail, I saw a letter from a local mortuary addressed to “The McGuinn Family.”
For half a second, I was confused. Did I know a single soul who had been planted or fried by this particular business? Hell no! They wanted us!
Now, because I have OCD and am often superstitious AF, I deliberated before deciding to toss the damn thing. I mean, why bother?
In my mind’s eye, I can imagine what was in that envelope. BOGOS! Plant one, for the price of two. Or burn, no swapping.
Disgusting. And further truth that nothing is sacred. Not even our own, inevitable demise.