Wed 30 Jan 2008
On our way into work this morning:
“I was thinking that when I die, if I die before you, I’d like to have a small, stone monkey on my gravestone. Like one of those squirrel monkeys we saw in Costa Rica, just sitting up there, with a mischievous look on its face.”
“Why only if you die before me? You think I’ll do this for you?”
“Well, you’re the only one who knows about it, so…”
“Right.”
“Or maybe - maybe a bird - a stone bird like a hawk or a falcon or something, swooping down -”
“Um - ”
“Or maybe a real bird. Like, I don’t know, maybe there could be some little holes on the top of my gravestone? Right? And I could pay someone to come and fill them up with birdseed? And then the birds would all land there.”
“You think you’d have to pay someone to do that?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Yeah. I guess that would be a pretty big job.”
January 30th, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Actually, I swear there is a gravesite at a local cemetary where for as long as I can remember, somebody dumps bird seed on it. I might only go to the cemetary once or thrice a year, but there are *always* seeds. The person died in 1978 and was 35 years old. I always wondered if it was a relative that did it or… they actually paid someone to dumps bird seed on top once a week, or something; he could have left money in a trust fund just to buy bird seed forever, too.
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January 30th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
Maybe J can have one of those St. Francis of Asisi monuments. You know the type, long flowing monk robe, with his arms outstretched so that birds can land in the palms of his hands. Maybe he can even sport suet cage earrings.
January 30th, 2008 at 7:34 pm
I’m reading your blog