“Over My Dead Body!” “Okay, Bet.”

My mother-in-law recently passed at the age of ninety-six. She was a force to be reckoned with to the very end. This story took place about thirty years ago when my father-in-law lost his battle with cancer. They had been married for over forty years.

The family gathered and distributed the tasks to be completed. I accompanied [Mother-In-Law] to the house to gather [Father-In-Law]’s clothing for his final rest.

[Mother-In-Law] entered the closet and returned with a nice blue suit, shirt, and tie. She showed me the suit and asked my opinion.

Me: “I think it’s very nice.”

Mother-In-Law: “Me, too. He would never wear it.”

She pulled out a garment bag and began to pack the suit.

Mother-In-Law: “Well, by God, he’ll wear it now!”

I miss her.