Overheard
While we were in the car today DF started a conversation. DF: When there is a . . . skeleton, can you clean up all the yucky stuff? Me: I'm sorry, what? DF: You know, all the yucky stuff. Around the tummy. Me: (pause) So, just clean the stuff away so that only the bones are there? DF: Yes. Me: Sure. DF: (after a moment of thought) If someone dies at our house, I think we should clean them until they're just bones. Notice to any future guests, in the event of your untimely demise at our humble abode, don't worry. We have a plan in place.