There is an article about my aunt in today's Washington Post. (I'll try to pick up a copy later as a souvenir, but if that fails, I have a printout-or-photocopy already.)
Several years ago, I got the idea that I could somehow cheat death a little if I could arrange for my last words to be something that few people could remember without laughing despite whatever sorrow they were feeling. Ever since, coming up with such a bon mot has been a sort of background project.
Now maybe this loses a little if you didn't know her, but this afternoon I learned that my aunt's last words were, "Holy moly!" I can't help hearing those syllables in her voice and thinking, "Hey, she beat me to the funny-last-words thing!" Gotta give her points for that.
I mentioned to my cousins that every time I try to picture aunt Adelaide in my mind, she's always laughing. (Also, as it turns out, in a lot of photos of her.) They agreed, that's how she appears in their minds as well.
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I like that -- and it's a fun writeup in the Post, as well. She sounds like a great lady.
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I was worried that you lost someone after this morning's QotD. She sounds like a great relative to have had in your life.
When my grandmother was dying, at one point she sighed loudly & put her hand over her eyes. Then she was still for so long that my uncle finally leaned over to check if she was still breathing. She opened 1 eye, grinned & said "Boo!" Before she died a couple of days later she said a few random things, but that seems to have been her last conscious & intentional statement.
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Pat was very fond of the Dixie Pig & we ate there several times. Once I moved to Fairfax County, I drove up & down that section of Route 1 a few times looking for it before I confirmed that it was gone. This is the first I knew your aunt owned the place.
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I suppose being able to sing a few bars of the Austin Lounge Lizards' "The Other Shore" - or my filk of it - would work for me.