I’ve thought of this in moments of humor when I’ve been going back and forth with my husband…teasing one another about this and that. Here’s a sampling of inscriptions.
Herein lies a wannabee stand-up comic…who belly laughed her way into the ground.
Herein lies a wife…whose husband would’ve been a millionaire…if he hadn’t married her.
Herein lies a mom…whose dance moves were lovingly imitated by her ballerina daughter…provoking fits of hysteria in both.
Herein lies a literary woman…who rewrote Webster’s dictionary…introducing such words as moodoes (mom), hudus (something yucky), oogy (holdover from the 60s, to mean creepy, sleazy), puka-head (hole in the head).
But all kidding aside, I’d like my tombstone to read…