March
14
2013
Posted on: Thursday, March 14th, 2013

For a school assignment, Justin had to write a poem. It could be about anything. He chose to write a poem about our fish, “Fred The Undead.”

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Ode to Fred

I have a fish named Fred.

He’s missing one eye from his head.

He used to be yellow.

Now, he’s just mellow.

That’s why we call him “undead.”

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February
21
2013
Posted on: Thursday, February 21st, 2013

Last night, I came home from a very, very long day at work. I quickly grabbed dinner, plopped down on the sofa to watch a few moments of a client’s show, and then planned to pass out from exhaustion. During a commercial break, I grabbed my iPad and looked at some Facebook updates. All of a sudden, I saw this on my mother’s page:

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I looked at it for a few moments and tried to process what I was looking at. I turned to GWE and said, “I think grandma died….4 hours ago…and no one told me.” She responded with, “What?!?!” as I showed her what I was looking at.

I grabbed my phone and texted my mother with “You awake?” (I didn’t call. It was midnight where she was and I thought she might be in mourning!) This was the following text conversation:

Mom: “Yep. Unfortunately, I can’t sleep.”

Me: “Is grandma ok?”

Mom: “Yep. Why?”

Me: “Saw a weird message on your Facebook page.”

Mom: “About her?”

Me:  “Yes. Asking about your ‘late’ mother.”

Mom: “Geez. Looking.”

Me: “It was posted 4 hours ago. Is this like the time my rabbit died you and didn’t tell me for a month?”

Mom: “Oh, brother. Headed to the kitchen to get on my computer.” Pause “OH CRAP! I just answered her.”

Me: “Delete it from your page before people start asking questions!” Pause “Glad I saw that before flowers started showing up at the house!”

Mom: “OMG! I feel like punching daddy until he wakes up to tell him.”

Needless to say, my mother called my grandmother the next morning to tell her what had happened. It turns out that the woman who posted on my mother’s Facebook page had left a phone message for my grandmother last Thanksgiving. Since my grandmother never got around to returning the call, the other person assumed the worst – that she had passed away. (I’ve had people not return my phone calls before. And, maybe I wished that they were dead at the time….but, I never assumed they were dead and then sent their relatives a condolence message on a social media site!!)

My grandmother called me yesterday afternoon laughing hysterically. I told her that for a dead woman who was calling from “the great beyond,” her cell reception was fantastic! She told me that it was cold where she was, but the harp music was nice and the angels seemed friendly. I told her that I’m glad we caught it in time, otherwise my parents would have come home one evening and found a Minyon (10 Jewish people needed for certain prayers) standing in their driveway. We laughed and laughed. (Yes – this is sick.)

It actually did make me wonder – what happens to our “virtual lives” when we pass away? I found two answers. The first is an APP called “If I Die.” According to the site -“Simply install the app on your page, choose three “trustees” (i.e. people who can be relied upon to confirm your sad demise) and record — by text, image, or video — a message that will be published to your feed, upon your death. “ Very creepy!

The other solution is to have a friend post something on your behalf. I like this better! I recently saw an article about two friends who had a plan.  When one died (cancer), the other waited a few days and then used the deceased friend’s password to log onto his Facebook page. He then began posting new status updates “from beyond the grave” as the person who just passed away. He did it for a week with per-arranged updates that they had worked out together before his passing. Here is another one: Dead

In the future, you better made damn sure someone is really, really, really deceased before posting something like that!! Nothing could be stranger than posting a virtual condolence note only to have it responded to with “I AM NOT DEAD YET, ASSHOLE!!”

July
10
2012
Posted on: Tuesday, July 10th, 2012

Shortly after this picture was taken, I discovered Fred II floating by the filter. Clearly, the responsibility of watching our son was too much for the little guy to handle. It was unclear if he died from natural causes or committed goldfishicide. (There was no note.)

Services were held in the bathroom. Only GenXDaddy was in attendance. Fred II was laid to rest in our white, porcelain mausoleum with running water. (I was finally able to flush something down the toilet without having it costing me $1000 in plumbing repairs!!)

He will be missed…along with his predecessors: Yo, Da, Farley, Freds 1-6, and Ni Hao Kai-lan.

April
25
2012
Posted on: Wednesday, April 25th, 2012

For the past few days, the whole family has been in Atlanta for GenXDaddy’s Sister’s Engagement Party. (Yes, I was charming and well-spoken at the party – but that’s a different story!) Since we brought the kids with us, we knew that Justin would need a playdate with someone his own age. Luckily, GWE’s friends (Peter and Jessica) have a little boy just a few months younger than Justin and a little girl who is a few years younger.

On the way to their house, we passed a cemetery. And, as we drove by, GWE and I noticed an actual coffin that was placed on two 4x4s ABOVE the grave site. I was really hoping that Justin had not seen what we had seen. I wasn’t prepared to discuss “death” with him yet. Why do we die? What happens when we die? Where do we go? Do we go anywhere? What happens to our bodies? Etc.

I began to mentally work through my “Age 5” appropriate answers on this topic, when all of a sudden Justin pointed at the coffin and screamed out, “DADDY, DADDY!!! LOOK!! A TREASURE CHEST!!!!!!!”

GWE and I looked at each other and then I said, “That’s right buddy! It’s a treasure chest.” Justin then thought for a second and then asked, “Can we open it?”

In unison, GWE and I responded “NOOOOOOOOO!!!”

(As a side note – I typically use my own photos for this blog. However, I discovered this photo of a Doctor Who themed TARDIS coffin and felt compelled to use it. I have no intention of dying – ever…but, should I be killed while rescuing Bunnies from a burning Playboy Mansion – it is my wish to be buried in this! I would prefer for my family and friends to think of me “having adventures while traveling through time and space in a TARDIS” instead of being six feet under and getting pooped out by worms.)