Our culture doesn’t do so well with death. We don’t like to talk about it or even think about it.
Except for people who were born and raised in Maine. We’re more down-to-earth types who treat death like it’s a bad dentist appointment. Yeah it’s gonna happen to you one day so you might as well suck it up, deal with it, and move on.
My 80-year-old mother cheerfully sat down with me last week to go over her old family photo albums again because, “I might not be here tomorrow.” She has told me this every single day for about 15 years.
Anytime I try to plan something with her, she gives the same response.
“Hey, Mom! Want to drive up to Bar Harbor and see the ocean this August?”
“Sure! But I might be dead by then.”
“Hey Mom! Wanna go to L.L. Bean’s with me this weekend?”
“Sure! But I might be dead by then.”
“Hey, Mom! Want to go out to dinner tonight at that Italian place?”
“What — you’re not planning on dying later today?”
“Well, I’m hoping I die during the meal. Serves them right. They don’t serve Sanka. What kind of a place doesn’t have Sanka?”
So once again last week we sat down to sift through old family pictures because she might die at any second. Her albums are full of faded sepia toned photos displaying the typically stern, emotionless faces of my relatives from the early 1900s.
I’m convinced the photographer must have yelled out the directions, “Frown! Frown harder! Look miserable! You’re sullen! No, I need more sullen! Dour! Do dour! Great! Hold that pose! Yes! You’re sad! Profoundly sad! Hold it! Hooold it! Perfect!”
And most of my relatives died young of a horrible disease. It’s a miracle I exist at all. My mother points her shaky finger to every person in the photo, tells me his or her name and how they died like she’s rattling off her grocery list.
“This is Charlie, died of tuberculosis. He was 35.”
“This is Charlotte. She died of tuberculosis. She was 15 years old.”
“Oh, and this is Sarah. Died of tuberculosis. She was four.”
“What happened to the dog?” I ask. “Please tell me he made it at least.”
After a few more photo albums filled with tuberculosis, my mom likes to throw in a zinger, probably to see if I’m really listening.
“Oh! And this is your great-great uncle Fred,” she smiles brightly and points to a handsome young man sporting a snappy blazer and smoking a cigarette. “He was a pilot and flew his plane straight into the side of a mountain, killed instantly.”
“Wait — are you sure it wasn’t tuberculosis that got him?”
“Darla!” she scowls at me. Then she clears her throat. “Well, actually yes. The coughing is what made him crash the plane.”
My eyes bug out.
“I’m kidding! Kidding! Oh no, the poor man just slammed straight into a mountain! Boom! Never had a chance!” my mom yells, throws her head back and cackles.
And they say death isn’t funny.
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This was brilliant. That needs to be said first. And second, I’m just amazed that Sanka still exists. I thought it died in that plane crash when it was attempting to flee the tuberculosis epidemic.
Well that’s an honest mistake. But no — at first they thought Sanka cured tuberculosis but it wasn’t until the mid-1950s when they realized Sanka’s main ingredient was tuberculosis.
I feel like this is one of the most significant PSA’s concerning Sanka ever made. Cheers.
haha! I feel like I’ve accomplished something big now.
Death: as long as it’s entertaining, it’s okay with me…
And for us Mainers, death is a nonstop goldmine of comedy. I work at a doctor’s office and was talking with an elderly 93-year-old patient and her daughter. She laughed and said to me, “Go ahead and order that lab work on me but I can’t promise you I’ll still be alive by the time you get the results.” Oh we all had such a laugh at that! (seriously, we all laughed)
Ah yes, the elderly and their lamenting over impending death! I remember Christmases as a child were always peppered with the elderly relatives and their chants of “I expect this will be my last Christmas.” Although of course, one by one, they were right!
I plan on breaking this trend because I refuse to ever die. I’ll just use it as an excuse to get better Christmas presents from my kids.
She sounds just like my grandmother (only my grandmother lived in Arkansas). Instead of tuberculosis, however, I have a suspicious number of ancestors who died by falling down a well.
Are you absolutely positive they weren’t in the midst of a tuberculosis-fueled coughing fit when they fell?
Excellent point. I’ll have to check on that.
My mom does the thing with the photos. And I can’t count how many family gatherings I’ve attended because “it might be Auntie’s last…” (Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Birthday….)
What’s really funny is I’m at the age where about 99% of the people in all her albums are dead. She’s the only one left. All my grandparents are dead, my father’s dead, so are most of my uncles and aunts. Makes for real quick family reunions.
There’s still my mom, siblings and a few aunties left in my family. In a matter of time, probably sooner than later, I’ll be the auntie who may be celebrating her ‘last.’
Great blog. Make sure you get the names of the people in the pictures. Like you my grandparents are dead (of tuberculosis?) and I have a pile of pictures with no names, some of them go back to the civil war years. My dad has no clue as to who the people in the pictures are. I think your mom is trying to tell you something important.
I’m right there with you! And what a disappointment, they are still there the next year and your mother says once again. You really should go, it might be the last year for Uncle Emil. Sadly, eventually it is. But they had a good run getting you there every year.
Treasure your moments, because … well, you know. Have you written down her stories? Better yet, record them out video them. I did and was very glad I wrote them down. Later, after she died, I wrote a story off her life that includes Mighty Joe Young, WWII, and – yes – tuberculosis.
I plan on reading my blog posts at my mom’s funeral. But seriously, my mom has written down lots of things about my family history, people’s names and ages and occupations and I’m glad she did because I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast this morning.
My mother sat down with my Grandmother’s sister before she died and recorded their family history conversation.
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Last post you talked with God, this one was all about death. This must be what happens once the last of the snow melts up there. Don’t worry, it’ll be white again soon.
Haha! Well, I work in an internal medicine doc’s office now and most of my patients are 120 years old so maybe this death and dying business is finally getting to me.
Thank you,that was hilarious,what a great way to wake up!
You are most welcome. Sanka will never wake you up because it’s decaf but my mom still doesn’t get that.
Loving the bow that a couple of the girls are rocking, and multi-function being used as a hair piece or a decorative neck tie, if the photo was recent then the dog would be wearing one too
I can only imagine the story behind the big bow in that girl’s hair. Her mom probably yelled at her: “You are NOT wearing that ridiculous bow for this photograph! You look like a hussy! Take it off this instant!” and then the girl whined “But Mother! All the cool kids are wearing them!”
And they were all wearing them. I have a picture of my grandmother’s family and the girls are sporting those same bows.😆
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LOVE IT! My mother always says “It is in your best interest to keep me alive.” Apparently, she doesn’t spend her whole monthly income, so it is in the savings account, growing for when she dies and we get it. Mainers are a pragmatic lot. 🙂
Oh yeah, pragmatic. My mom has already told me and my brothers who will get what piece of furniture. She acts like death is similar to going on a cruise. I must say this is a good attitude to have and I’m slowly getting there myself. It’s going to happen whether we want it to or not, so might as well be as prepared as you can be.
Exactly! And the more she can sort out to avoid the family fighting, the better! My grandmother had stickers on most everything with the name of the daughter who was to get it. My mother has a list. It by far is better this way than the way my father’s family does it, which involves fighting, tears, name calling, all sorts of battles and eventually, whole generations of siblings not speaking to each other. Special. As you say, it is going to happen, prepare for it, deal with it, and move on.
PSI hope that your mom did get some good Italian food. 🙂 And that you get her those little packets of Sanka to take to restaurants that don’t carry it. 🙂
Lol I don’t plan on dying myself, I plan on living a life of mysticism, achieving peace and enlightnment and then simply ascending into the heavens as a big ball of energy. Or whatever I turn into lol.
Yknow what’s nuts? I was serious. XD
Sanka??? They still make that stuff?? LOL
Y’know, I’m not sure if they still do make that stuff or not. I’ll have to google it now.
and this is just one of the million reasons we hated it when we were transferred from Winter Harbor…. Maine is in my heart and it always will be, I loved living there. DAF
I’ve lived in Florida and Washington state. But the older I get, the more I really do truly love Maine and the people who live here. We are as tough as nails, and honest to a fault. No bullshit allowed here.
and, again, this is what makes Maine so wonderful!
The only thing I can nitpick about is the fact that for three months it’s minus-30 degrees. But this brutal cold is good for the soul, really helps us let our cranky personalities out.
Love, love those pictures! I tend toward believing in reincarnation. In fact, I’m vaguely remembering now ….flying….. a plane…….lots of fog…….a mountain…..Damn! Darla! It’s me!!
haha! Of course it was you. I actually do believe in reincarnation. Do you think in your next life they’ll resurrect Sanka?
Yes, right along with the Edsel.
Well, if they also bring back New Coke I might have to refuse to be reincarnated.
Thanks for bringing a slice of Maine to my morning. I miss that place. Just got back from Tennessee, and I have to say, it’s quite a different culture down there. I’m definitely a northern girl. Your mom’s a hoot. Would drive me nuts, but a hoot.
Yep, you nailed her personality. She drives me completely up a wall. But she’s mellowing out more and more each day. The odd thing is, I never really thought about the fact that she is frigging hilarious and has a great dry sense of humor. Why didn’t I appreciate it before? She makes me laugh so hard.
The thing I learned after my Dad died is that all the things that drove me crazy when he was alive are endearing to me now. I even find myself using the same silly sayings and doing the same silly things.😳
I love the photos – I’m in the process of going through family photos and converting them to digital before folks who know who are in them are gone – I mean dead. I love your mom’s attitude – my mom is 76 and told us all she’d be gone by 70 and is still going strong or as strong as a 76 year old.
That’s a great idea, converting them to digital. I love looking at old photographs. My mom will probably live to 100 the rate she’s going. (Her own mother actually did live to 100!)
KUDOS to ANYone who can make us laugh at death! Thanks for the chuckle, Darla, as always – much needed.
You are most welcome. Laughter is what saves me.
My Dad saw your uncle fly into that mountain, I think. Whenever he talked about young foolish men, he mentioned seeing a hot dog pilot fly overhead, waggle the plane’s wings at a group of girls on a beach in Hawaii and then fly smack into a mountain. (I am not making that up).
Your mom is a hoot, and I’m so glad she didn’t get TB too!
That is terrible! I asked my mom the story behind the plane crash. She said after surviving the Korean war, he decided to fly up to Alaska in a small plane with his best friend so they could go hunting. The fog came in too fast and they crashed, both died.
My mom and I are both lucky we are here. Her own mother had many tragedies growing up. Her younger brother died of tuberculosis at a very young age.
I worked on TB at the World Health Organization from 1999 to 2002. I was shocked to learn of its resurgence in the world. And it has only gotten worse since then. Scary stuff.,
I’m glad your uncle wasn’t showing off …
The guy top right in the first picture is practically giddy! Settle down there, son. This ain’t no carnival ride.
I know! Why, he almost cracked a slight smile. What a ham!
Yes – your mom has the right attitude. Hope she still may live to 100 or more, if she enjoys it!
And may I quote Monty Python here:
For life is quite absurd and death’s the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow
Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin
Enjoy it it’s your last chance anyhow
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life’s a piece of shit when you look at it
Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke it’s true
You’ll see it’s all a show keep ’em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you”
(Monty Python, The life of Brian, excerpt from: Always look on the bright side of life)
OH how I love that! My mom does have a chance to live to 100 because her own mother actually did.
This cracks me up, and really reminds me of my grandma. Maybe it is a generational thing. She would have been around 90 now, but said from the time she was 65 that she didn’t like to make plans because she “might not be around that long.”
I have a feeling I’ll be saying the same thing to my kids one day.
Jeezum Crow. Your mother is hilarious! Thanks for the much needed giggle. 🙂
Most of the time she doesn’t even realize how funny she is.
That’s what makes it so funny! My son has super dry humor.
My friend Frances, who just turned 80, won’t let her husband buy green bananas because she says they might not be around when they ripen. Gaahhh! Jeezum Crow is right! I love your “Mom” posts.
Thanks, Honie. My mom posts are so easy to write because my mom is a goldmine of jeezum crow goodness.
Well this post about death was funny, and it is funny how the old seem to like to think they are going to kick the bucket at any given moment me I don’t intend to die I am just going to go one and one annoying people for ever…………….lol
Yes, I plan on being around a very long time to drive my own kids up a wall. My mom also jokes that she will haunt me from the grave and I don’t doubt she will.
OK, well even though I’m from Massachusetts, I think my Mom got that same memo. When my daughter got engaged a year ago, my mom’s first response was “If I’m not dead, I’ll be at the wedding.”
And in a crazy internet fueled coincidence, I used that same old lady photo all year in my classroom. I told the kids that was “Genevieve” the mean old lady who would come in and take over if they didn’t do their homework. She was on half my morning messages! Never knew that was your MOM……!!!!!
That is too funny. I think you owe my mom some royalties.
Oh, Darla, ANOTHER gem of a post. Aren’t you terribly busy healing tuberculosis patients these days? How do you find time to blog?
Easy RP! I had these last few posts written months ago. All I had to do was dust them off. Feels good to finally empty my draft folder of all the cobwebs.
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Hahahahahaha! Don’t you wonder if you’ll be doing this to your own children? Is this constant grim reaper mentality hereditary? I say this because my dad did the same thing to us! “Bye dad we are leaving for the shore.” “Ok, have a good time … I hope I’m still around when you get back.” Nothing like dragging that extra bag to the beach.
This was hilarious and it’s refreshing to know I am not alone! By the way…my mother doesn’t care about the 2016 election because ……. “I’ll be dead by then.”
OH I have no doubt I’ll be doing this to my own kids. My mom also used to start every conversation with a reminder of her age, as in: “I am FIFTY FOUR YEARS OLD! And I’m not taking this crap!” I already do that. When my kids talk back, I yell “I AM FORTY THREE YEARS OLD! And what I say GOES!”
Since my mom just passed away, this is hitting a different side of my funny bone. That whistling in the dark the geriatric crowd does is very different from actually preparing. Make sure Mom has her affairs in order–a living will, a trust or up-to-date will. Rather than going over those old pictures, she needs to show you where her safety deposit box is and how to access her bank accounts. It’s not nearly as fun–or tubucular–but will be a lot more help when the bucket gets kicked.
So sorry your mom just passed away. My mom has everything in order and her mind is sharp as a tack. She has her safety deposit key on a big keychain in her desk and makes sure I know where it is and all her paperwork. Incidentally, the keychain reads: Elvis Has Left The Building. Yup, my mom has my sense of humor all right.
you crack me up! that is what I LOVE about our blog. honest, upfront, no holding back! well, you could be holding back and I would not know. but, your openness is refreshing! I was raised in Maine, from 8 yrs old till I married at 20 yrs old and moved to NJ.
Oh, thank you so much for those comments! It made my day. I try to be upfront and honest but sometimes it does get me into trouble.
Your mom is the best.
I enjoy stating “I might be dead by then” to avoid commitment. But I have to choose my conversation partners wisely. I said it to my 13-year-old yesterday and then had to spend the next ten minutes assuring him that I wasn’t, in fact, afflicted with a fatal illness.
I probably will save all my heavy mom guilt and “I might be dead by then” for my kids when they go off to college. Then they might come back home to let me at least do their laundry.
I think we all have at least one relative like your Mom, she is a hoot. The pictures, I think you must be right on this one.
I never tire of looking at old photos with her. She cracks me up all the time and doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
My mother-in-law was like your Mom. She also was a hoot. A real character – I mean REAL. She also had a way with children. All kids loved her. She made the simplest things fun. Loved your post.
I owe my sense of humor to both her and my late dad. I was lucky I had parents who found most things in life funny. It really helps a person cope.
I love your mom. Tell her I’m coming over to take her out for Chinese. That’s the only place you can get Sanka nowadays – when you order decaf.
Oh no, Chinese food is too spicy. She doesn’t do spicy.
There’s been a lot of talk about death round here as my father in law has just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. It’s odd how some family members try to pretend it’s not happening while others are willing to listen to him talk about it.
Sorry about your father-in-law. Everyone has their own way of dealing with death, that’s for sure. I’m the type that talks about it and doesn’t shy away from any heavy subject. To me, it’s a natural thing that we all must go through and why go it alone? Actually, I am considering working with the terminally ill and cancer patients. (I work in the medical field)
One of the bloggers I follow does this and it sounds very rewarding. Her blog is http://www.marthaschaefer.com/ if you’re interested.
People will also avoid talking about the deceased after they die. My brother told me to stop talking about my Dad to my mother because she needed to “get over it”. What BS that was! I talked to my mother about it to check in on her feelings and she told me that it made her happy when people talked about my Dad. I love talking about him. He was funny!
It’s funny, it annoyed the heck out of me when my grandmother did this – probably because she really did expect to go any day and spent her last few years mostly moping around (yeah, it got pretty depressing at the end). Your mom, on the other hand, sounds hilarious.
I have to give my mom credit, she seems to be taking this impending death thing in stride.
This is hilarious! I should take a cue from this post and approach the thought of death with as much life as your mother does!
I think approaching scary things in life with humor is key to coping. Well, at least for us Mainers.
In the early days of photography there was an emphasis on keeping rock steady. I did once see a (1930s just before I was born) Sunday School treat group photo where the face of one kid was a swirl. He clowned on whilst all the other folk followed the rules. Serves him right.
I did see a slight hint of a smile on my grandfather in one pose. It must have been incredibly hard for him to keep his face still like that for the photographer.
Your mom is awesome!
Isn’t she though?
Thank you for explaining the grim facial expressions in all of those old photo albums. I never thought to blame the photographer, but it makes sense. It was new technology to those people in the pictures. They didn’t know the proper procedures, and were just following orders. That’s why we can’t trust anyone in positions of authority.
Death is definitely funny. At least in Maine. Well, at least on your blog.
Yup, if there’s anything my blog is good for, it’s making death seem funny if only for a moment.
Hilarious, especially the coughing part. This post reminded me of a conversation I had with my 57 year-old sister recently. She called me to tell me all about her Last Will and Testament that she just had drawn up. She went through every little detail with me as if she was going to die shortly. I found it funny because she is as healthy as an ox. I will most assuredly die before her, due to my many years of smoking (even though I quit a few years ago.) To older people, death is sometimes like an earned trust and a novelty that never dies (no pun intended.) I sometimes think they actually talk to their dead relatives periodically and receive updates.
Good blog…glad I found you! 🙂
Oh, yes, my mom is always telling me my late father is around her. She insists he sends her signals through her smoke alarm. She might be right for all I know.
“What happened to the dog?” Haha! You have a wonderful sense of humour. So happy to find this blog.
Aw, and I’m happy you are here, welcome!
Here in California, people do anything to evade death: face lifts, denial, over-exercise, etc. And there are barely any visible graveyards, because in the land of fruits and nuts, no one ever dies. Or even ages. I’m glad that in Maine, you and your mom bond over how every day is Impending Death Day. Too bad we Californians don’t realize that we can’t escape it either.
Thanks for your brilliant post.
Thank you for reading. I love your line “in the land of fruits and nuts, no one ever dies”. As much as I love my mom, I wouldn’t mind living in denial a few days here and there.
Your mother and I seem to share an attitude about death. It’s nothing to look forward to, but it’s nothing to be scared stiff about. I’m in no hurry to meet death, but when it comes I’d like to go with a little dignity.
Maybe that’s the horror writer in me speaking. Either way, keep calm and live a good life till you die, I guess.
I used to be petrified of death, but over the years I’ve come to accept it and to be honest, I’m not afraid of it anymore. I won’t obsess over it either. I try to love my family while they’re still here. You’re right to “keep calm and live a good life until you die”. Best advice ever.
I’ve been told I’m a good Dear Abby on occasion.
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OMG! How did I miss this one? Maybe because I was on my death bed? Love it, Darla! Just tweeted it. Congrats, woman (who knows how to draw blood). 🙂 🙂
I think if anyone would have an excuse it’d be you! So happy you’re doing better. Thanks for the tweet! I still have no idea how to navigate Twitter so I wasn’t sure if I could “like” your tweet or retweet it or what. It’s all so confusing.
My pastor used to say “I know where I’m going when I die. I’m in no hurry to get there.”
I think being in no hurry is a good way to look at most things in life. (and death)
I had an old buddy, who is dead now, who used to say “At my age I don’t dare buy green bananas!”
Your mom is a hoot.
The funny thing is, as much as she keeps telling me she’s at death’s door, I bet you she’ll live at least another 10 years or so.
There is just a glimmer of a smile on the basketball player in the back row.
Haha! Yes, he’s almost on the brink of being mildly amused.
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This is a good laugh!
I made friends with death when I was young and there are many aspects of it that are hilarious.
I suppose for me I have to find at least a trace of humor in it because it’s such a heavy subject.
That was absolutely hilarious. I’ve been in a dour mood all day and that got a few huckles out of me.
To get you out of a dour mood was my main goal. Thanks for reading!
Easy peasey: http://www.amazon.com/Sanka-Decaffeinated-Instant-Coffee-2-Ounce/dp/B003H93PVM. Or in packets. http://www.amazon.com/Sanka%C2%AE-Naturally-Decaffeinated-Instant-Coffee/dp/B003MZ825K. The drones will bring it. Even in Maine.
I know what I’m buying her for Christmas now, thanks!
Hilarious ..very well written..using death as humor is fantastic..the part is too cute where the response is sure i but might be dead by then ‘ hahaha even my mom says the exact same thing
I can’t wait to start saying that to my own kids one day.
I tried to read this with a Maine accent. “This is Chah-ly, dahd of tah-ber-kyahlosis. He was thirty-fahv.” Makes it sound like a Stephen King movie.
Between the long cold winters and constant talk of death, my life here is a Stephen King movie.
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Death can actually be fun. 🙂
You are a writer. Yeah, and funny too. Write some more, please.
When my grandfather died I was sad, but I realized that I was sad because my family was sad and not so much because he was gone. It took me a while to really understand that.
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An interesting (and surprisingly funny!) take on a topic few like talking about. A nice, pleasant quick read if you’ve got the time!
Too funny! :))))
hahaha I have never looked at death in a funny way until now. Th
hahaha I never thought death could be this funny until now. This was brilliant!
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Wonderful article! Was laughing all the way. Through, reminds me of my grandmother and mom here in Mississippi. http://Www.Everydaydadblog.Wordpress.Com
TOO funny, I love how you explain the conversation between your mother and yourself, definitely a woman I would want to meet!
She’s pretty abrasive, so if you ever meet her, might I recommend you bring her some Sanka.
Darla, you so funny. Congratulations on being FPd!!! 🙂
And I thank you, Tar!
It always bugs me when I hear someone make plans and then state “God willing.” I always thought it was morbid. But in your post I see that acknowledging the inevitability of death can be freeing and funny.
Like my mom has always told me, death is a part of life, so why not try and come to terms with the big transition rather than be in denial about it.
Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed, Darla! This is great. My mom talks about dying all the time, too, pretty much in every conversation we have. Your pictures are amazing. Sullen and dour, indeed! And even the dog. What a crack up.
Thanks, Amy! The dog was looking a little bit ticked off in that photo. I don’t know how they got him to sit so still.
great post! loved the writing style!
Haha well written!
I laughed out loud several times, and I’m not even from Maine. Thanks
This is a great tribute to your mother. As one Mainer to another, there are so many aged stoic folks here in the north. The stories they tell always start off with death, illnesses, trips to the doctor and new meds…its the craziest thing. I agree that death isnt as heavy here…its inevitable…and openly discussed and on occassion debated. And once those stories are told then they ask…so how are you Kath? Loved the post…hits so close to home and my stoic Maine family! Lol
See, you get it. People here are a different breed, that’s for sure. Most conversations start with “Well, I’m doing fine, at least I’m not dead yet!”
My favorite Maine saying.. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead!!”
Interesting views about death. Hehe
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My great-grandmother, who has outlived all but one of her children, speaks like this all the time. Despite all she’s been through, she still loves to look through old photographs and laugh about being the only one of the people in the album left alive. My grandaunt once whispered conspiratorially to me that “Lola is so well acquainted with Death that they’ve become friends – that’s why he’s sparing her.”
My gram (my mom’s mom) lived to 100 so she also had a very straightforward view of death. After all, she outlived both her husbands, her brother and pretty much every one else. The tragedy she lived through never dampened her spirit. I think that’s why she lived so long.
There’s a lot to be said for a fighting spirit! Well done, her! Frankly, I plan to be that grannie with a weirdly dyed yet trendy haircut, shiny eye makeup and pink lipstick in the approximate vicinity of my lips. I’ll terrify my grandsons with tales of my impending demise. It’s going to be great fun!
Interesting article….. It is tough to make humor out of death
When I was 10 my dad used to say, “When I die bury me where I drop. And an old pine box will do, in fact don’t bother with the box. It costs too much.” I’m 40 now and he’s still working at 70. Funny thing is now when I get frustrated with things I remember, I’m going to die one day. Is this worth my time. It helps a lot. Lol
My mom says the same thing. “Don’t bother with a big funeral, because I won’t be around to enjoy it. Just put me in a box”. Good attitude to have, I agree. I also remind myself that really, most stressful things in life are small things in comparison to the big picture so I try not to dwell on much. It’s hard, but very freeing.
Great article. I just wanted to say – and forgive me if it has already been said – that the reason people didn’t smile in old photographs is because taking just a single photo would usually last several minutes. Imagine holding a smile for that long. It’s easier to just look like a grumpy bastard.
True, my own mom told me the same. But hadn’t these people ever heard of Tyra Banks’ “smizing” technique? (smiling with one’s eyes) Sure, they had to stay still, but put some life into your face. Maybe they were all just ticked off they had to sit still for so long? (explains the dog’s look)
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Death can indeed be a funny topic. Cheers to your words!
Great humorous spin on the subject. Some of the people I know are similar but say anything involving seeing you later/tomorrow etc gets a ‘god willing’ of ‘if there’s a tomorrow’ added.
I love this approach to one’s own demise! It’s so much easier on everyone else! Great post!
This was a hoot! I just stumbled onto the blog from freshly pressed.
This made me laugh. What a great attitude to have.
My grandmother told me, “there’s going to be weather, weather or not” !
Thanks to the eloquent musings of terry and deaner in FUBAR, I often think about how the anniversary of your death goes by every year. Not in a dark way, but it’s just too bad you’ll never know what day it is till it’s done. It would be like having an extra birthday! Maybe I should be from Maine.
I almost wrote a post about how we celebrate birthdays but don’t like to be there when someone dies or is dying, we can’t face it. I guess it depends on what you believe in. I believe we go on after death and live many lives. So for me death is a door you walk through and is a huge transition we all face so why not talk about it more.
“You’re sullen! No, I need more sullen!”
I love this post it struck a chord with someone I know, I’m still lol.
Dying is a very dull dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing to do with it – Somerset Maugham
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My grandmother always says the exact same thing: “I might be dead tomorrow”. Except instead of being able to joke about it she just uses it to guilt me into going to visit her more often!
Oh this is brilliant work, Darla! I’m a native of NH but currently reside in the UK. Imagine my joy at seeing “Jeezum crow!” in print! Oh, I love this….
I say “jeezum crow” all the time. I’m determined to bring it back in popularity.
You should have seen the funny looks I got when our NH family moved out to Kansas. Let’s just say the crow died fairly rapidly in the face of 9-year-old mockery. I am scarred for life. 🙂 Congrats on being FPd, by the way. You well deserve it! Cheers – Mother Hen
Funny. And so well written! Hope to read another post by you, if I’m not dead. Or even if I am dead – I imagine there are few enough laughs in that state. More can’t hurt.
thanks and that is one freaky gravatar pic you have there. I actually hyperventilated a little.
It’s the tattoo on my ankle.
My grandmother says the same thing: “I might be dead tomorrow”. Only instead of being able to joke about it she just uses it as a way to guilt me into visiting her more often!
I think everything my mom ever says or does is her way of guilt tripping me into something.
I ha add to share this on my Facebook. Brilliantly written. If I’m ever in Maine or you in New Mexico, first beer is on me!
Thanks. I like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Or a tall glass of dishwater. They’re pretty similar.
Haha. Well out here we’ll do a microbrewery. Head over!
I love looking at old photos…so many stories behind.
Its not funny, however…its funny! Thoroughly enjoyed your writing!
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Death may not be funny, but you are.
I had a great-grandmother who was the same way. Whenever we’d say goodbye, she’d trot out the “I might be dead the next time you come to visit” line. Which was kinda funny, because who would we be visiting if she were dead? Anyway. She weighed about 350 pounds, ate nothing but red meat, and lived to be 90. Go figure, right?
My husband’s grandmother smoke cigars and drank two Colt 45s every single night of her life and lived into her late 80s. Why am I exercising and eating right? What the hell is wrong with me?
I loved this post. People from the past (couple) of generations had a much different take on death than we seem to. I am from the midwest with its own stoic populace. Reminds me a lot of you ‘Mainers’.
It’s true. My grandmother (my mom’s mom) lived through the depression and tuberculosis so I think in a way she had seen so much tragedy she chose to look at it as a matter-of-fact natural thing in life.
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And people wonder where Stephen King gets his ideas from.
Hilarious— just hilarious!
Love your writing.
Keep it up—please?
If I ever die from tuberculosis send my body to Maine. Just prop me up for a final selfie.
This is a great post. Very lighthearted and well written. Especially dealing with death as a topic. I laughed a lot because my grandmother says the same type of stuff. This deserved to be freshly pressed!! Keep up the great writing.
Have you read “Stiff” by Mary Roach?
Lol that make me chuckle, love looking through old photos I have album’s full of them really need to do something with them some time
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What a wonderful post! Congratulations on getting Freshly Pressed. It’s well-deserved! I once spent a depressing evening with my mother-in-law where she went through her thick address book, announcing how each person in it had died. (Maybe it’s an old lady thing.) Sadly, nothing as exciting as flying a plane into the side of a mountain.
Nice to see your mom is still getting you Fresh Pressed! Sanka is pretty awesome coffee, I must say. Must have some cell regenerational benefits to boot (judging from your mom’s good health/humor). Congrats, Darla. 😀
Wow that was amazing and hilarious.
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