(originally written 9/30/06)
Like Chandler on "Friends," I deal with stressful situations by making bad, usually inappropriate jokes. Dealing with Deb's death is no exception. So far, I've caught myself making two:
1. Right after she passed on Sept. 11, I said to the nurse, "Great. Like I needed another reason to hate 9/11."
2. To avoid the hassle of trying to get her ashes through airport security, I mailed them to Missouri where we will lay her to rest. When the lady as the post office said the package weighed 18 pounds, I said, "I know she feels good about losing so much weight."
There's bound to be more. Stay tuned.
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