Dear children, grandchildren and other assorted beings younger than I:
I am requesting that you start addressing me, in person, and in your correspondence (text??) as “Dear Disposable One“.
It will do two things.
First it will ease the transitional phase of my absence from this world of woes to whatever supposed metaphysical state exists thereafter.
Secondly, it will show your support of Donald J. Trump and the GOP as they “restart” the economy. I am sure the $1000.00 or so you spend on my cremation will be a big help, especially after a long and costly hospitalization paid for with your tax dollars.
Thanking you in advance for doing your part.
With much love,
The soon to be dearly departed.
Re-start, re-fart…all we have to do is look at Italy to know April 12 is a ghost in our rear view mirror.