Do you read the obituaries on a daily basis?

The names are listed at the bottom of the front page of our small town newspaper. I read them and if the list contains someone I know I will turn to the back and read the obit. Old poem "I get up in the morning and read the obits, if I am not in them I go back to bed." I wish I could remember all that poem, it was hilarious!
 
Just plain me said:
I wish I could remember all that poem, it was hilarious!
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  • [h=2]My Get-Up-And-Go Has Got Up and Went[/h]
    • Anonymous…

    Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
    But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
    With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
    My eyes on the table until I wake up.

    As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself:
    Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
    But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed,
    We’ll still stick around to see what happens next!


    • How do I know my youth is all spent?
      My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
      But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
      And think of the places my getup has been!

    When I was young, my slippers were red;
    I could kick up my heels right over my head.
    When I was older my slippers were blue,
    But still I could dance the whole night through.

    Now I am older, my slippers are black.
    I huff to the store and puff my way back.
    But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all:
    I’d rather be huffing than not puff at all!



    • How do I know my youth is all spent?
      My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
      But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
      And think of the places my getup has been!

    I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
    Open the paper, and read the Obits.
    If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
    So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!



    • How do I know my youth is all spent?
      My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
      But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
      And think of the places my getup has been!
 

Thanks SiFuPhil! I have always enjoyed that poem. I guess from my years working in a Nursing Home. I knew what to expect as I got older, and so far age isn't something I dread. I will dread it when I can't function on my own. Until then consider myself to be very lucky. Regardless of the circumstances that surrond me.
 
My grandfather was a terrible hypochondriac. He would read the obits every morning and back then they tended to say what the person died of. Somebody died of cancer? He had a pain in his side. Heart attack? He'd discover that he had chest pain. Pneumonia? He was having trouble breathing this morning. And so on..... Periodically, the doctor would put him in the hospital just to give my grandmother some rest. He was in excellent health.

So, he ended up dying peacefully in his sleep and, because my grandmother refused to allow an autopsy, we don't know to this day what he died of.
 
Ralphy1 said:
But don't you want a nice write-up for your friends and relatives to read when you go?
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I have moved around so much over the years, it would take too many ads in too many newspapers for me to bother. But I have planned how I would hope my girls would get rid of mine and my husbands ashes. Even written a 'last letter' that's filled with loving thoughts and telling each of them what was special about that child in my eyes. I want to leave them with a last great thought about our respective relationships.
 
Juju I enjoyed that story. I have a relative like that. If someone in the family went to the hospital, than the next week they would find some reason to go. Now I think they have quit because they seriously have several illnesses they can prove.
Debby what a sweet thing to do. Maybe I will copy your idea. Hubby and I have been thinking of the "Preplanned Memorial" idea.
 

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