The stake and the machete after all. My sister was kind enough to notify me that our mutual sperm donor had finally passed away. He managed to gasp his last breath in Florida, Apparently witnessed, so that I don’t need to insure that he doesn’t rise up to haunt us all.
Unlike my Aunt Ruth (his sister) who was an incredible person – bright, loving, energetic and about as brilliant as she could possibly be, this man was selfish and manipulative. A born con man if there ever was one. It isn’t a legacy that I particularly care to know more about than I unfortunately do. Scattered broken families and lack of positive communication are not something to which any of us aspire. This is a man who never even bothered to learn his grandchildren’s birthdays.
Completely against tradition, I think the decision has been made for cremation. Probably for the best.
Like I said, it spares me the challenges with TSA or having to find a local hardware store.