Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Uncle Slappy hurls a one-liner.

Uncle Slappy returned from the shiva of Adele Zuckerman on the 15th floor. He was loaded with a shiva sampler, a piece of marble cake, two chocolate chip cookies and a schtickle of crumb cake on a small plastic plate. He was also armed with a one-liner.

A shiva, for those uninitiated, is not a somber affair, though it is tinged with sadness. It's best to remember the dead as living and usually funny anecdotes and fond memories are related. It's a cathartic week and all-together a good way to say goodbye to a loved one.

Slappy sat down in his favorite chair and began to dig into the goods. And here it came.

"It turns out Adele didn't die a natural death," he began.

At the age of 54, I have learned well my role as a straight man.

"No? What did she die of?"

"She died from drinking furniture polish," Slappy said.

He paused for precisely one beat.

"She had a horrible death. But a lovely finish."


Hannah said...

like i've never heard that one before

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