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Well, folks, here I am back from Nebraska.

My father's funeral was very nice. He had lotsa wonderful friends who were all there.

Emptying out his assisted living place went well. We stuffed Nelson the Nissan to the gills. Then we stuffed Wanda the Honda (my brother's car) to the gills. Then we donated everything else.

Meetings with the lawyers and investment people went well. There's about five thousand things that the Designated Executor Of The Estate (me) has gotta do. Each thing takes two court orders, one to officially authorize me to do it and the other to officially authorize it to be done by me. I'm not sure why active and passive voices of the same thing have gotta be court-ordered separately, but hey, I'm not a lawyer.

The trip back home was pleasingly uneventful.

And just to let a part of my father live a bit longer, let me tell you one of his favorite jokes, the one about how the German language came to have umlauts.

Back when the people were building the Tower of Babel, God came down and made them all start speaking different languages, which everybody knows, of course, because it's in the Bible, so everybody knows it's true.

One of the guys up on the scaffold laying bricks began speaking French. One of the guys on the ground mixing mortar began speaking German.

The French-speaking guy called down to ask for more bricks and mortar to be hauled up and the German-speaking guy on the ground didn't understand him, so he looked up and asked what he had said.

Just as the German-speaking guy opened his mouth to talk, a dollop of mortar slipped off the edge of the French-speaking guy's trowel and plopped into the German-speaking guy's mouth.

And from that day henceforth, Germans have been speaking with umlauts.

And on that note, I'll get back to regularly celebrating obscure historical hogwash tomorrow.

Happy Palm Sunday!

OrneryPest