Yes, I make death funny

So the Goose and I were at Powells Books shortly before meeting up with Riot Kitty. We had just finished watching Ghosts of Girlfriends Past", a mildly amusing rom-com that hits all the usual notes, has a few laughs, a nice story line. Eh. Not great, not terrible, just a nice couple of hours. 

Anyway, as we are browsing, she gets a text, looks at me and says, in about as matter of fact tone as it is possible for a human to muster...think of someone saying, "We are having green beans with dinner" or "that politician lied" or some other irrelevant detail. That tone of voice.

Anyway, she breaks out with, "Oh, honey, your Aunt Pat died."

Pause.

"Maybe that wasn't the best way to break it to you."

Now, in all fairness, Aunt Pat was in very poor health. With Dad being the second youngest of 9 children and she being the second eldest I can extrapolate from his age that she had to be in her mid 70s or early 80s. 

Sad? Yes, of course. It is never good to see a loved one die. At the same time, with the state of her health perhaps in some ways it is somewhat merciful for her...not, of course, for her husband, children, or we who love her but for her own sake that she might not have to struggle with the physical miseries attendant with advancing age, struggles to breathe, walk, etc.

I have some happy Pat stories and some sad ones. Perhaps someday I will share them. For now, I just want to pick on the Goose for that awesome, outstanding matter of fact, "Oh, your Aunt died." Good times. And yes, I am sick enough that I think it is hilarious.