“My son-in-law cannot wait to bury me,” my mother said.
“How do you know?” I answered. “I mean he has never buried you before. Why do you think he is so eager to bury you?” “I can feel it,” she said. “And I don’t want to be buried. I’m not in a hurry to be shoveled under the ground.” “I see,” I said. “Well, maybe you should tell him this. Maybe you should tell him that you are not in a hurry to go to paradise.” “Yes,” my mother said. “Maybe that's what I should do. But what’s going on with you in New York? How is the weather?”