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Today we celebrate the birthday of Michelangelo, born in 1475.

I just received word that my father died last night. He's 88 years old and his life functions have been doing an orderly shutdown for the last few months.

Rationally speaking, grief is inappropriate. We should celebrate. Grief after 88 years of a successful life would be like grief because you've won the lottery but it was only for a million bucks.

As Designated Executor Of The Estate, I've already made my first executorial decision. The funeral company called and wanted to verify that the family desires cremation, and asked if we wanted interim embalming and a temporary casket for a viewing. I said let's do immediate cremation without any interim stuff because we're gonna have a body-not-present funeral and no viewing, which is how we did for my mother last year.

I suppose one of my next decisions is how to get his stuff out of Garden Square, the assisted living place that's been his home for his last ten months of life. I assume the estate is gonna hafta pay some sorta room demurrage until we get his stuff out.

I'm gonna drive out in Nelson the Nissan just so I'll have a pickup truck handy for goodness knows what purpose. It's a two-day drive with overnight at the Days Inn in Farmer City Illinois, exactly 800 miles from Solomons Maryland and 550 miles from Crete Nebraska.

I haven't decided exactly which day I'll start out. That'll depend on today's phone calls with the various and sundry corporate entities I've gotta deal with in Nebraska.

Anyhow, I guess I'll hafta learn to live without my father's five forwarded e-mails a day fulla jokes about corncobs in the outhouse, etc.

Happy Thursday!

OrneryPest