Our family has been through a bit of a patch over the last couple of weeks. I learned of my nephews accident yesterday from my sister; while speaking with her my dad called in to let me know that mom was home. Okay, dad. Totally forgot that she was cremated (being interred this spring) & dad was picking up the urn yesterday. He let me know that mom refused to put on her seatbelt & he was glad the urn had been glued shut. Mom would have been hacked off at having to be vacuumed up of the floor of the van. Dad pulled over & secured "mom". In the meantime, our 3rd tragedy has occurred for the year. My sister's dog died. Dad commented that Cookie dying was like giving up one for the gipper. We cleared our 3 big hurdles the first 2 weeks of the year - we should have 11.5 months of clear sailing. While this was a little concerning - I ended up laughing & couldn't stop. I appreciated dad's humor in the situation. My family has always had an interesting sense of humor or we are completely disturbed. Haven't decided which.