The Grim Reaper

"The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated." (Mark Twain)'

The ole ranch hand duly commemorated advancing age this flu season by obtaining his flu vaccination in a timely manner.

Secure in the knowledge that the Grim Reaper would once again be stalled, the fat boy strolled into the winter sunset with a smile.....until Black Death descended with a vengeance one month later?

Yeah, the last few days have found your haggard/humble country bumpkin contemplating such delightful topics as:

1. Who could be conned into serving as a pall bearers?

2. Will the bride ignore pleas to NOT go to Eternity burdened by a suit/tie?

3. Will old "enemies" show up at the services to verify the blessing of the event?

4. Will there be beer in the Hereafter?

5. Will the number of attendees equal the number of facebook friends....Naw?

Anywho.....tamiflu (and a bucket of other miracle drugs) finally slowed the pace of self-help funeral planning.

Accordingly, it seems the Divine Creator has spared the ranch hand's sorry hide one mo' time.

Now if they could just create a vaccination for "dumass"?