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January 10, 2006
"Is Your Mummy Home?"
"She's upstairs, actually..."
The mummified body of a woman who didn't want to be buried was found in a chair in front of her television set 2 1/2 years after her death, authorities said...Authorities did not identify the caregiver, a women in her 40s who apparently lived in the home with Pope, Pope's daughter and her 3-year-old granddaughter.
There's just some odd, odd folks about.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at January 10, 2006 09:15 AM
Comments
Well, at least they did what she asked.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 10, 2006 09:53 AM
Thinking of following that precedent, are we?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 10, 2006 09:59 AM
I've told major dad he'll be in a box under the bed until I go, then Ebola can figure out what to do with the two of us. If major dad, on the other hand, fails to keep me under the bed until he goes, I'll haunt him unmercifully. Chains rattling, bed shaking, face in the mirror, 'where's my keys?'...oh, yeah, baby. The whole Jacob Marley show.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 10, 2006 10:13 AM
I'll haunt him unmercifully. Chains rattling, bed shaking, face in the mirror, 'where's my keys?'
And this is different from his life today how exactly?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 10, 2006 10:44 AM
I won't be cooking on a regular basis.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 10, 2006 10:54 AM
You don't now.
Posted by: major dad at January 10, 2006 02:52 PM
But she does have that perfectly made 'tini waiting for you when you return home from an exhausting day defending freedom, doesn't she?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 10, 2006 03:29 PM
She quit making those long ago, of course when she reads this she'll be quitting a lot of things.
Posted by: major dad at January 10, 2006 05:26 PM
BASTARD !!
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 10, 2006 05:36 PM
(You TOO, Bingley!!)
Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 10, 2006 05:37 PM