The Everlasting Event
Ava and June were talking. These two ladies could carry on a conversation about all world events and then some.
Ava said to June, “I had my will changed and I know the girls aren’t necessarily going to be ecstatic about the new changes.”
June said, “Do tell Ava”
Ava: “Well I’ve been experiencing these flashes when I’m no longer part of this life.”
June reaches out her hand to clasp Ava’s hand in sympathy: “Oh Honey, I kind of sensed something was troubling you and I knew that when you were ready you would tell me.”
Ava: “June! What are you talking about! Are you still trying to diagnose me for the 100th time. June I’ve never been depressed. Not even a seasonal mood change.”
June: “And coming to think of it, why is that?”
Ava: “Can we get back to my will?”
June: “Please proceed my everlasting friend.”
Ava: “Well you know how the girls bicker, especially when it comes to my closet. I’ve decided, that first of all, I’m making all the arrangements myself because I don’t trust those two and I know exactly what I want and what I’m doing. I’m having a special coffin being made.” ~
June: “You mean bigger!”
Ava: “Exactly, my friend.”
June: “How big?”
Ava: “Well at least twice as wide and twice as deep.”
June: “Just who exactly are you taking with you Ava?”
Ava: “It’s not who but what!
I don’t know where I’m going and I want to be fully prepared. I’ve chosen 10 of my most elegant dresses, the scarves, jewelry, shoes, and the handbags to match.”
June: “Well, I’m trying to imagine all this. First of all, everyone who attends is going to be taken aback.”
“It’s going to look boxy; your coffin. It’s going to require a new stand and I’m only being practical Ava.”
“But most importantly, it’s going to take the attention off of you and people won’t be crying when they see you lodged in there, somewhere and I’m positive you’re going to embarrass the girls not to mention me.”
Ava: “Well, I talked to Lenny and they are going to put gold bars at the head and at the feet of the casket. So people can move me to the left or the right depending on which side they are viewing me.”
June: “WHAT! What are you talking about. Ava, don’t you think that’s going to make people uncomfortable with that contraption your going to be buried in. And if your mother is on the other side she won’t let anyone swing you to their side to have the last viewing. I can’t imagine your mother and Monett, fighting for you in front of everybody.
Ava: “Well, it’s certainly not there first fight. Mother and Monett had their first big fight at our beautiful reception in front of all the guests. Of course, I benefited that night on my honeymoon because Monett shall we say was starving mad. Oh, those were the days of pure lust and romance. I can still hear Monett in his French accent that night…complaining about mother.
He would always ask me, “Why doesn’t your mother like me? I’m good to you. You have a house here in America, a house in Tuscany and in Paris. We fly her here, there, every where and she still arrives like she’s got a stick up her butt.”
June: “Ava, if you’re serious about this, all I can say is I hope I pass before you do.”
The Everlasting Event and certainly not the The End! ~