Thus your name...I too am a 12 year old boy trapped in a 49 year old woman's body. Gross words, foul body noises & smell always make me laugh. Can't help myself.

( although I've had a nearly lifelong dream of working in a funeral home)
*Irish catholic background.
Whenever my mom would say " Pick out a pretty dress because after supper we're going somewhere." It usually meant that somebody had died and we were going to the viewing!
Some of my best childhood memories revolve around those experiences... meeting distant relatives...hearing great, probably only partly true stories about the 'dearly departed' ...all us kids running around til we were drenched in sweat playing tag out in the parking lot...
