My across-the-street neighbor just died- she was 101.5 years old. I told her daughter that I'd like to help in any way that I could. She showed up at my door with the casket and grave arrangements- since the body is being flown to Texas for burial, she wanted the massive graveside flowers rearranged into smaller bunches. I was happy to oblige, although it was a bit macabre having funeral flowers in my kitchen.
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