Ja, times is sad down dere in Ambivalence Bay, shoor. Old Ole's lyin upstairs dyin, been in a coma for days now, and da family's cryin and carryin on, and everybody's in and out. Not too long now, says da doktor.
So all da women's fillin da kitchen wid lefse and cakes and finally night comes and da house is all quiet. Up in da bedroom Ole smells all dem good tings, and it wakes im up! He comes downstairs and sees all dat on da table and tinks, "I musta died and gone ta heaven!"
He reaches out to take a piece o wunada cakes, and suddenly Lena smacks his hand.
"Don't you touch dat!" she says. "Dat's for da funeral!"
Wu Ya's commentary: "Respect the forms, for Christ's sake!"
(Photo courtesy of PD Photo and Jon Sullivan.)
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