Wendy Lohse's picture

sniffing dad

This is wild. I have always liked Keith Richards - the Stones' Ozzy Osbourne. He does things that he seems unaware of how outrageous they are. OMG. That's exactly what my eldest son has done for 32 years!

Smoking Dad's ashes reminds me of an oldish Aboriginal film - in black and white I think - very dark, anyway. It was of three sisters who returned to the house they grew up in to pack up and sell the place after the death of their mother. They didn't get along when they were children and the rich one of the three wanted to get out of the place as quickly as possible, it was so distasteful.

Mum's ashes were on the mantelpiece in the lounge room. The youngest sister was the home-body who was tidying the place and had the vacuum cleaner out. The other two got into a big fight and the vase got knocked off the mantelpiece. The girls kept at it, hitting and yelling and moving across the room and into the next room.

"You spilt Mum!" accusations were flying. When the two of them returned to the lounge room they gasped at their sister finishing the vacuuming.
"Where's Mum?"
"Whattaya mean where's Mum?" and looked at the mantelpiece's empty space.
"You've sucked up Mum!" And she instantly burst into tears and opened the vacuum cleaner and tried to separate Mum from the dust and other grot. Finally all three were laughing hysterically.

I really want to be cremated. Death can be such good fun if you're not stretched out in a box! And I wish that I had written the name of this film down somewhere. I need to watch it again.


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