With my pal Houdini...
Mom always had a quirky sense of humor, which should be of no surprise to anyone. She once lived on the second floor of a funeral home. I came home from college and stayed up late one night watching the movie Phantasm. It freaked me out a bit, so I slept on the couch. The next night, I got home late, went to my bedroom, and she had placed a poster board tombstone with my name on it at the head of my twin bed and arranged some pillows so it looked like a body under the blanket. Thanks, Mom. I miss you.
