The one where I tell the best and worst cemetery jokes, and they are one in the same.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Last night, The Lovely Wife relates this story to me (paraphrased, since I only half pay attention to her when I'm Facebooking and through my peripheral vision watching her flip between the NHL Playoffs and So You Think You Can Dance, the latter of which seemed more interesting last night and don't you dare tell anyone I said that.):
So, [Older Son] asks me yesterday as we're driving to the Old Bridge,
"Mommy, who lives in graveyards?"
And I just about had a heart attack. Great. How am I going to explain to a three year old the intricacies of life and death and how people will eventually disappear from your life forever?
So, I say with some trepidation, "[Older Son], cemeteries are for people who are no longer with us."
And he says, "No, mommy. GHOSTS live in cemeteries!"
Which, of course, comes directly from the two hallowe'en books that never seem to go out of season in his personal library.
He later asked the same question of The Grammie, but this time formulated it thus: "Grammie, do you know who lives in cemeteries?", allowing Grammie to play along and avoid ethereal discussions about mortality and impermanence.
Oh, so you want to know my joke? Here goes. This only works when you're a dad, and you've got a pile of kids in the back seat who will groan when they hear the punchline.
"Hey, kids! See that cemetery? Know how many people are dead in there? ALL OF THEM!"
Posted bythemikestand at 1:18 PM