mortuary party-favors

I forgot to mention a couple of things about our visit to the mortuary. When we first arrived, we were taken to a planning room. This is a small place with a simple desk and chairs where they explain the funeral services with a family soon after a death. Cindy and I were enthralled with the information they were dishing out. Ben and Luke were mildly interested. Zack and Simon were bored out of their minds. The nice funeral director offered Zack a mint to keep him from doing cartwheels. He was happy about the candy and gulped it down in one second. No, literally... he swallowed it whole and almost chocked to death. I cracked a joke about how it was a great place to die (if any) and nobody laughed but me.

At the end, we ended up chatting with these awesome mortuary owners. They wanted to know all about the family that Cindy and I were raised in. The boys were given nifty mortuary pens and paper to keep them quiet.... which they were thrilled about. After 20 minutes of chatting, one of the ladies sat down next to the boys and asked them what they were writing. Ben looked and her, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Nothing much, really. Luke and I are just creating word searches and trading them with each other." She was highly impressed. Zack was drawing pictures of his girl friend, Sylvia... but made it clear that she is NOT his girl friend.

A couple of days later, I was cleaning out the car and found a sticky note from the mortuary. It was written in Luke's handwriting. I read it and felt so grateful that it didn't get lost in the shuffle or crinkled up by a 20-pound babymonster. I was able to keep it long enough to scan it in and preserve it forever.

It reads: "Simon, if you want to be my buddy, grab this paper."
I love Luke for so many reasons.