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Sometimes, you just have to ask …

(Yeah, yeah, I know that there are other things I have to get back to writing about. But this, THIS just crossed my mind.)

You know … I realized how strangely analytical my family was after my mother died. After the funeral, etc, we were all sitting that the dining room table at my mom’s house. The big box with the ashes from her cremation were in the next room and we were deciding who was to drive them to the cemetery. Over coffee and cake the question became, “Well, what do you think that the crematorium did with the titanium rod that was in her leg from a prior surgery? Do they sell that stuff, or what? Because they did not give it back to us with the ashes, and titanium is expensive.”

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