tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036472727697633841.post7067472810350604588..comments2023-05-10T10:34:17.912-05:00Comments on Bratwurst Times: ReflectionSadie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277541674510077759noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036472727697633841.post-46502083619554729472014-04-27T14:57:37.298-05:002014-04-27T14:57:37.298-05:00That's what I've told my family-- cremate ...That's what I've told my family-- cremate me, have a wake with an open bar, and play the music on my MP3 player!Sadie Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10277541674510077759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036472727697633841.post-29359811925938755932014-04-27T14:49:34.311-05:002014-04-27T14:49:34.311-05:00I won't be having a funeral. Cremate me, sprea...I won't be having a funeral. Cremate me, spread me somewhere, and then have a lovely party to gossip about me.<br />No funeral.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302478126147924237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036472727697633841.post-33215235806992392022014-04-27T11:14:10.936-05:002014-04-27T11:14:10.936-05:00Daughter and I just went to a funeral of my Dad...Daughter and I just went to a funeral of my Dad's first cousin. Same thing - looooooong and, dare I say it, boring. Until he got to talk about the actual person - then it was warm, funny, remembering and celebrating.But way to much of the former and way to little of the latter.the dogs' motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11512888563325865616noreply@blogger.com