So apparently they don't seal Dad's box (with his ashes) when they give it to us.....so I'm thinking before we head up to CT, we rig a little playback unit to the lid...anybody cracks him open and hears:
"This is what happens when you lay out in the sun..."
"Hey, turn out the light!"
"Please don't sneeze!"
"Yeah, well, let's see what you look like after a trip through an oven..."
"You should've seen the other vampire..."
I really shouldn't be allowed around people until this gets less raw. I swear I can see myself talking to the box as we're going through security at the airport..."Yes, I know I should've left the knitting needles at home, but it's either sticks and string or I remain under the influence of recreational substances for the duration of the trip...your choice, fella!"