We got away to our special place at Huntinton Lake for a day. While we’re sitting at the lake eating lunch and fishing Sue says if she dies I have to spread her ashes at Inspiration Point. Also, if she’s real sick she wants me to just “conk” her ‘cause she doesn’t want to stretch it out or suffer. Right. I’ll conk you so I can spend the rest of my life in prison with no one to visit me.
I want my ashes spread at Huntington Lake too, but I can’t get a fix on exactly where. Somewhere where I can watch the Osprey fish. Doesn’t seem so pressing for me to decide just yet.
She’s really tired and sore so we decide to head home. On the way home she dozes and I mentally spend her life insurance and run through the possible scenarios of what I’ll do, where I’ll go, how I’ll live, etc. after she’s gone. Too soon to think about getting a new wife, I guess.