Day CXXXl

Ashes ta ashes

     “Man, det shit will really kill ya!”

     “Maybe, but not now…he hee heee!”

     “Yea, but ya really stunk it up, dude.”

     “Speaking of dying man, did ya na Joe died?

     “Really?!”

     “Yea man, da big C got im!”

     “Ya na when he stopped da junk, he anted up on his smokes, man. He was doing a least three or four packs a day. His fingers were golden yellow, and damn did he ever have dragon's breath going on, man.”

     “Don’t speak ill of the dead, man.”

     “Not dissing him bro, just remembering.”

     “Okay okay!”

     “Ditcha go to the funeral!”

     “Yea man, a funny thing happened too. His fambly wuz pissed! Ya na they, his mom wuz anyway, wuz reverent Catholics. They wanned a choich soivice. But his brodas crematated im.”

     “Oh shit!”

     “So wat’s wrong with crematation, don’t Catholics crematate?”

     “Yea, but ya gotta bury da ashes, you can’t be scattering them all ova da place, man.  Ata end a time da body will rise again, so it has to be all in one place, it can’t be scattered all ova creation, man.”

     “Yea but God can do all things, so it don’t matter war yar arshes be.”

     “True, but Jesus tol da postles dat wat eva they allowed on Oith, he would allow in Heaven, and dat’s what they did. So if yar Catholic you need to bury da ashes. Oda wise ya ain’t Catholic, man. You’ll not be in communion witta Choich.”

     “Weally!”

     “Yea, so da old lady was pissed, uh?”

     “Oh yea, but da was nathan she could do about it, by da time she got da from Puerto Rico, her son’s had crematated him, and had everything set up.”

    “Oh shit!”