Horizontal parcels.
My wife works in a nursing home, and one night while I was waiting to collect her, the undertaker's van arrived.

As the paperwork involved with a death is involved, I assumed that beloved wouldn't be out for a bit. Indeed, the deceased appeared before she did, in the form of a long plastic parcel on a coffin trolley.

My daughter, 2 and a half, was in the back. She pointed at the trolley and said:

"Poorly?"

"No dear, dead."

"Proper poorly!".
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 18:36, 4 replies)

I don't want kids...
...but it's things like this which make me understand the joy of them.

A bittersweet little story that gets a click from me, definitely.
(Guizmeaux, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 18:42, closed)

Undue faith in parental power
This is the child who, when seeing me jointing venison, asked:

"That's Bambi, isn't it? Are you making him better?"

"No, it's not Bambi, it's going to be Christmas dinner."

"I'll just have the gravy then."
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 19:03, closed)

Well...
...they're a mystery to me, (those BT ads just leave me bewildered), but the way I imagined the scene was quite sweet. You still earned the click, either way.


Wait...you were knifing up a deer and she asked if you were *fixing* it? That's both sweet and funny. Thank you.
(Guizmeaux, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 19:29, closed)

*click*
I just started reading the replies and by and large they've been pretty depressing, but this one made me laugh out loud.
(tellum0 is spelled with an 'o', Thu 28 Feb 2008, 20:15, closed)