Five year old Latesha was holding hands with her Grandad as they walked along the beach-front. He was lost in thought about the meaning of life and how lucky he was to have lived so long and how nice it felt to hold the hand of his grandaughter.
" Grandpa could you act like a frog? "
" Why do you ask little one?
" Well Mum said - after you croak we can all afford a trip to disneyland."

Sorry about that. I guess dying is a serious business.
My six year old Grandaughter asked.
What happens when we die?
I thought for a little while and looked to the night sky for inspiration.
" One day in the future," I told her, " You will see a shooting star streaming across the sky and know that all is well and I love you.

I had an odd experience with a crematorium - Schnapper Rock in Albany. I went to enquire about getting my parents plaques to bring them back up north to a new memorial garden -

and to my utter SHOCK they told me they had no contact addresses for us and that my parents space on the wall had expired and they were about to take the plaques off and put them in the cupboard anyway

because no one had kept up the payments for the BRICKS (one for each parent) !!!!

WHAT THE!!! What if people had no rellies - they would be put in storage and forgotten?

By the way i was an organ donor until i found that I was in UK (big OE) at the time of mad cow disease. c SO I had to write on my previous car licence MAD COW. The traffic cop wasnt very impressed though with me writing on it and demanded to know what MAD COW was!