The other night my love and I were laying in bed talking. We were talking about what would happen if one of us died. I often ask this question, “What would you do if I died right now?”, and he answers something like, “Have a party” or something silly like that.
But, this spurred a much deeper conversation than we have had in the past. What would you do? I hate to think about me dying, I know that Jeremy would be ok, but I worry about the kids. I told him he’d have to remarry. But, she would have to be nice to the kids, and not better than me in any way (if you catch my drift…but of course being the person he is, he wouldn’t know that until after they were already married. gah.) Anyway, it is really important to me that she would be good to our kids, but not let them forget me. See, my Grammie’s (Dad’s Mom) Mom died when she was young. Her Dad got remarried and his wife was AWFUL to my Grammie. She moved out when she was young and knew nothing about her biological Mom. I don’t want that.
So, I had a list of demands.
1. My picture would have to remain up for everyone to look at and adore. (and realize that I am MUCH cuter than his 2nd wife)
2. New wife could not be called Mama (that is me and me alone.)
3. I should be talked about regularly and my grave visited very often.(I like daisies)
4. A life of celibacy. What?!?! I don’t want to think about that!
I warned him if he didn’t stick to these rules that I would haunt him from the grave.
That’s our sexy pillow talk. Me dying, his undying love for me and me haunting him from the grave. Pretty hot stuff huh?