My son Noah says that when I die that he will see to it that they forgo all the fluffy stuff you see on most headstones and simply put, "Bad Ass." Somehow I find that comforting and even a bit flattering.
I mean what else could be put there that is better than that? I spent some time reflecting upon this and I came up with a few other options that are at least a bit more exciting than "Rest in Peace."
"She’s not fat, her coffin is fluffy."
"God save the devil, he has no idea what’s coming."
"Yes, everything you heard about her was true!"
"Stick around long enough and you’ll hear her talking to herself."
"She went out with her boots on and wearing a cowboy – yee haw!"
"Her last words…OMG!!…WTF??"
"To everyone else she was just a crazy woman, to us she was a parent…therapy donations welcomed."
Yeah…"Bad Ass" sounds good.
Day two hundred and thirty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da
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THE NEW FORTY 
I’ll take the warning to the Devil. It’s only fair to give fair warning in these situations. See you there!
It’ll go a little like this: “PrairieWoman, welcome to Hell.” “Thanks, this is my fried, Bad Ass, we were talking about.” Then we kick his butt and take over, redecorate, and serve drinks to all our bad ass friends who will be there too. LOL!
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too funny ma!
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nice mom
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My husband wants, “What are you looking at?”
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Cute post..I knew I wasn’t the only person that has a sense of humor about death! I just want to be cremated..so that no one says “Gee she looks really good.” For goodness sakes when do dead people look good?:)
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OMG – you are a funny lot! 🙂
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