Recognizing Mortality Comes Easily in the Winter

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I wrote my dad an e-mail yesterday that included this photo of him from my sister’s wedding:

I told him, “I think this is one of the best ever taken of you, thankyouverymuch. When you decide to join Facebook to find old classmates, you can use it as your profile picture.”

He wrote back, “I only have to look in the graveyard to find old classmates.”

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  1. spaghedeity says:

    I’d smack those boots.

    • You might have a shot, actually. Last time I was home, my dad and I had this eight-hour conversation about how he doesn’t hate gay people but in fact loves them so much that it hurts him to know they’re going to hell.

  2. Kelly says:

    Your dad’s funny. I see where you get it from.

    GENETICS FTW!!

    • Really, that was funny to you? Either you are meeeeessed up, or his smile in that photo leads you to believe he’s joking.

      • Kelly says:

        Aw, man, now I feel like a JERK. I didn’t know all his school chums are REALLY in the graveyard.

        It WAS the smile! The dapper gentleman with the ladykiller smile misled me!

        • You should know what it’s like growing up around hicks. Everyone dies from alcoholism, tractor accidents, or stabbings from their spouses.

          If he was smoking a cigar, wearing a bowler, and carrying a cane, I can totally see my dad as a fatcat politician from the 20s.

  3. natalie says:

    he’s positively dapper. but the real question: if your dad signed up for a facebook account, would you friend him?