"Lol just to let you know...
the bird's dead. Happy
Oh and her food and water were full so it wasn't that...
The funeral is at sunset, I'll
speak. We'll bury her at noon and say our
farewells. I've already
forwarded the invitations"
Now, that might seem like a cold-hearted reaction (that and her taking pictures of the dead bird carcass in the hole she dug to bury the thing) but you have to understand that this is how we deal with death at my house. Jokes, nervous laughter, the inappropriate text message (although taking graveside pictures is new). Not necessarily the best way to deal with it, but it is how we roll here.
I remember when my grandfather died. Poor man--the funeral home zipped up the body bag incorrectly. Smooshed his nose. Rather awkward laughing at the viewing was to follow.
I remember when my father died. The magicians who were his friends wanted to perform a "wand ceremony", which consisted (among other things) of breaking his wand and throwing it into the casket with him. We joked that now people would mistake the coffin for a trash can and start throwing their drinks in on top of him.
Humor can be very cathartic in death, even the death of a 14 oz. parakeet whose only friend is our nineteen year old son, who gave her kisses and let her fly into things in his room. I really didn't expect to feel anything, but I do. I'll miss that little bird. She may have had a brain the size of a marble, but she had personality and she was with us for 7 years, whistling away, singing with music boxes, and being a part of our family.
RIP, Seabrite bird...
|Yeah, and she was a football fan too...|