Australia and the US do not share the same date for Father’s Day. While the US celebrates this day every third Sunday of June, Ozzies celebrate it every first Sunday of September.
If you’ve been an Oz Mudflats visitor for a while you’ll know that my spouse lost his dad last New Year’s Eve, that he was in his mid 80′s and had been sick for a very long time – and that spouse and I had been caring for him, full-time, for many years.
Well, the Crematorium that handled much of the funeral and burial arrangements has thoughfully sent us an invitation to a ‘Father’s Day’ lunch – like a memorial for those who have lost their dads I assume…
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Our problem is this… Would yOu eat sausages barbecued in front of a crematorium?
How about finger food?
How about chips dripping with tomato sauce?
And remember, you’d all be standing in front of a crematorium with a headstoned mausoleumed graveyard as a backdrop. Wouldn’t yOu be tempted to ask someone if they’d seen Buffy?
We can’t stop laughing. The bad puns are everywhere. No way could we show up at this event and keep a straight face or not pop a couple of inappropriate (say, do you know what goes into a sausage?) jokes – or even a (yanno – that bit of charcoal looks familiar…) comment or two.
We’re doomed to be social outcasts…
August 23, 2011 at 12:50 pm
You share the same sense of humour which I have, and I have to give you full kudos for that! Some people might find it disrespectful, but death is a fact of life, and if humour is what gets us through, more power to us!
“Mmmmmm, whose ribs are those?”
August 23, 2011 at 1:03 pm
hahahahahahaha @ who’s ribs are those? hahahahahaha
“Hey… how come all the food’s well-done?”
August 23, 2011 at 1:16 pm
“This meat seems a little over-the-hill”
August 23, 2011 at 1:20 pm
Major screw-ups on my part tonight!
(psst Andrea – shh… all fixed!)
August 23, 2011 at 3:18 pm
I’ve a story about a urn. Considering we are on the topic of vessels for someones ashes.
Eons ago I bought a vase at a garage sale down the street. And it was a vase till my sisters kid, a five yr old, came into the house with the top. My sister and her kid found it at the neiborhood playground… sigh…
August 23, 2011 at 3:24 pm
hahaha @ Sarah HalfTime… It could still be a vase – just talk to it and call it ‘George’ when people are about
MANY eons ago I went ‘antiquing’ with my new in-laws – my mother-in-law hollered out (reading a sign on the shelf “OH LOOK AT THE PRETTY UR-INES!!!) – my father-in-law walked out the side door and my husband followed leaving me to explain how to pronounce the word ‘urn’. hahahaha
August 23, 2011 at 11:17 pm
That’s the Australian sense of humour for you there OzMud, lol. Americans don’t share it for the most part. I have to admit (regarding your last comment) I too also pronounce ‘urn’ with two syllables; it’s one of the words that’s very difficult for an Australian to say correctly, such as ‘beer’ also being a two syllabler of ‘be-er’ for many, including me!
August 24, 2011 at 8:13 am
@Tan – rofl Californians and New Yorkers typically share this sense of warped humour – it’s how spouse and I were originally attracted to each other online even though we lived on two different continents
But now I’m curious – how is it you pronounce ‘urn’? does the end result sound like ‘urine’? Maybe we’re related!
August 24, 2011 at 2:43 pm
I knew I liked you – now I know why! Irreverence is good. Gets you through the tough times. I lost both my parents this year, and I was in charge of the ashes. When I told my sisters I had put both sets of ashes in one container, they wanted to know who was on top!!