During our week of sickness, the boys picked to watch a few episodes of Star Wars.  Well, on the day of number 6, you know number 3 to people above twenty-five, after Darth Vader’s death, Luke’s burning of his dad started an interesting discussion.  I was lying off to the side with my 102 degree temperature, having already lost six pounds and looking rather gray skinned.  Tucker, Taylor, and Trevor were all discussing whether they could burn me when I died.  Rather morbid, yes, but, hey they are boys and I wasn’t looking too good.  Then Tanner spoke up:

“I wouldn’t burn him, I would just hang him on the wall over my desk so I could look at him everyday and remember him.”

The others chimed in about how it would begin to smell eventually.

He retorted, “No problem, I would just spray him with air freshener.”

Well, thankfully I have recovered from most of my sickness and we don’t have to worry about this right now.