I know I've told this story before, but for those who haven't heard it, here it is for your bored pleasure:
I was telling my family that I want a big party when I die. I want an open bar, and people to have fun. If they feel like it, they can go to a podium and tell a story of something funny or stupid I said or did, and I want lots of laughter.
My older brother responded "now that we have it all planned, let's set a date!"
Grrrr. He really does love me.
