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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.