Two years ago to the day, I went to Mom's apartment to check up on her. And I was the first to discover her passing. Of course, I called 911, and Central Pierce Fire & Rescue made the determination that she had passed. There was some more investigation (sheriff had to rule out foul play), and then the funeral home carted her off, and that was it. She had just paid her rent, so the landlord gave us the entire month to move her stuff out. The death of a loved one is a sharp and sure way to remind one of the frailties of life. Tell those around you that you love them today. They may not be here tomorrow.
May Barbara Bryant spend all eternity frolicking in The Beer Volcano and The Stripper Factory. Ramen.
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