30 Years On, I think that “Postliberal” sums it up best
As a born and bred member of Red Sox Nation, I had a dislike of the Evil Empire. But how could I not like Yogi's wit?Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.
I think you're safe now.
My mom would have said that's "low-class". I just attribute it to a grudge as deep as the Mariana Trench.
He was a nasty piece of work and thank God I never watch TV. It sounds like went on for weeks.
There are people I'd prefer not to talk to when I myself am a mourner at a funeral, if they can't be counted on to behave well. Feelings are often raw then. Some people are a burden you don't need.But I have a hard time imagining myself doing the majestic-dead-hand thing, orchestrating my own funeral and dictating who shall be allowed to attend. I'll leave those arrangements to my own mourners, with only so much information as they might welcome in deciding what sort of service would best honor my memory, in case that eases their grief. I have gone so far as to tell my husband that, if he has tacky canned music or holds it in an awful funeral home, I will haunt him. Otherwise, go crazy.
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