Crap

As the now oldest in our now family of two, I'll need to have something prepared to read at the memorial service.

Problem is, everything I start writing in my head starts turning into a joke.

The jokes are funny, I think ("We've had so many funerals here that according to our punchcard the next one is free!"), but that's probably not appropriate, because few people there will know that my defense mechanism in bad sitiuations is making equally bad jokes.