Dead Guy in the Bedroom
The drunk lady loves to tell stories. She loves to gossip. The problem is that she doesn't get out a whole lot so she tends to tell the same stories over and over again. Usually I'm okay with this because sometimes new details emerge. However, the story about how Ralph died in my house and laid there for seven hours while his family put the dock in at the lake is not something I need to have repeated. I also don't need the calculation that it is the third anniversary of him lying dead in my bedroom. He doesn't haunt the place so we're good with that, but my mother was really creeped out when the drunk lady mentioned it a couple days ago. Seriously, let's get some new stories.
posted by E @12:25 PM