My stepmother and I were sitting over breakfast at the IHOP. Moishe and I were eating my breakfast while my mom was eating her one good meal of the day.
Mom: "So I’ve purchased a cemetary plot. Do you want to go see it?"
Me: "No, that’s morbid."
Mom: "Well I think it’s really pretty. It’s in a very nice secluded spot with no threat of development."
Me: "So when are we seeing Zareena [my sister] tonight?"
And thus it was that I discovered my stepmother has a better relationship with her own death than I do. If you pray to something, pray to the gods of cancer treatment for me. She’s headed back to the Mayo clinic this month.