Pearlie Mae the Stowaway. Love of my life, sunshine of my very existence. My 4 pound reason for living. Someday, her ashes, along with Gregory’s and Frances’, will mingle with my own — and all of us will reside on an IKEA shelving unit in my future great-great grandson’s dorm room at UCLA…in an urn that is lovingly engraved, “Granny Muffy, Grandpa Gregory, Frankie Jean, and Pearlie Mae: KISS OUR FAT ASHES.”
So, FUCK ALL Y’ALL. — those are my wishes. Shantih, Shantih, Shantih…and amen.