“Here lies an atheist. All dressed up and no place to go,” says Dad.
I’m home for Thanksgiving.
“Here lies a lawyer and an honest man. Two men buried in the same grave,” he says.
Mum makes us dinner at her place and comments on how sweet her ex-husband has become in his old age.
“Here lies my wife, here let her lie, for she’s at peace, and so am I,” Dad says.
Grateful am I.