The story is told of the minister who was helping a dying woman talk about her last wishes. "I want to be cremated," the woman said to her minister. "That's fine," said the minister. "And what do you wish done with the ashes?" "I want my ashes sprinkled on that big shopping center down the road?" The minister was surprised. "Why the shopping center?" "Because then for once my daughter will come and visit me once a week!" she barked.

source: Anonymous tags: Death, Parents