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   Alice McFlurry :bc: (alice@beige.party)'s status on Saturday, 15-Feb-2025 07:56:15 JST Alice McFlurry :bc:

   Valentine’s Day always reminds me of the time when my mom was in hospice and one of my parents’ elderly neighbor ladies brought a gift basket.

   Here’s the thing. Due to being around Valentine’s Day and the likely limited options at the store, this gift basket was a super tacky Valentine’s gift basket with a teddy bear and some chocolates and some other random items.

   It was a totally weird gift basket, but my mom thought it was pretty hilarious because WHO BRINGS A VALENTINE’S GIFT BASKET TO THEIR DYING NEIGHBOR?

   Anyway, after the neighbor left, my mom and I started looking through the basket to see what was in it and that’s when we realized that it wasn’t just a Valentine’s gift basket, but a SEXY Valentine’s gift basket and the teddy bear wasn’t just a teddy bear, but a SEXY teddy bear and it also came with flavored lotions and oils and other “sexy” stuff.

   That poor neighbor clearly had no idea what was in it and likely just grabbed a random gift basket because it had a dumb teddy bear in it, but it seriously provided us with hours of entertainment digging through that sexy gift basket and forcing “sexy” gifts on my mom’s friends whenever they’d come to visit.

   Anyway, happy Valentine’s Day, neighbor lady. I hope you’ve made it a tradition of handing out sexy gift baskets to dying people because it really does lighten the mood.

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     Alice McFlurry :bc: (alice@beige.party)'s status on Saturday, 15-Feb-2025 07:56:58 JST Alice McFlurry :bc:

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     Oh! One other memory of when my mom was in hospice.

     My mom never drank alcohol, but in her last week, she suddenly said she wanted a beer and asked me to go to the store to buy some.

     I was totally in shock, but also thinking “who am I to deprive this dying woman of her last wish to drink a beer?” so I went to the store and grabbed a sampler pack of beer.

     I headed back and asked her which one she wanted to try and she laughed and said:

     “Oh, I don’t want a beer. I just thought you and your dad could each have one so you could stop being so uptight and SERIOUS about everything.”

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     Alice McFlurry :bc: (alice@beige.party)'s status on Saturday, 15-Feb-2025 07:57:41 JST Alice McFlurry :bc:

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     Oh, wait! Another story!

     Shortly after my mom passed away, my dad and I went to pick up my mom’s ashes from the crematorium and my dad asked about the number tag that was attached to the box and the funeral director proudly said something like “Oh, yes! We use these for identification so we can ensure loved ones are reunited” and then he went on to mention that they also have a name label on the bottom and, when he flipped it over to show us, there was the name of some random person who definitely wasn’t my mom.

     The funeral director looked absolutely mortified and pretty much ran away with the box and returned with my mom’s box and apologized profusely, but my dad and I just sat there, desperately trying to calm the funeral director while trying to control our laughter because we both knew my mom would have been laughing the hardest about the absurdity of it all.