New Year's cerebrations: 2018



On life’s end, the young seldom do dwell;

Nor obsess on the length of its leases.

But the old think of heaven and hell,

And start days with the obits and peaces.

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  • I'm not going to go into something personal, except to say that when someone prepays 20 years in advance for "arrangements," the funeral home's trademark at the end of the obit is larger than the obit.

  • I shall have to come up with synonyms for "well said" and "well put" as a Serious post sometime soon. In the meantime, Happy New Year!

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