The other day my little cousin Sander, 4, was talking to his Papa.
"Papa, when you get old and die, I think I will keep your body so I never forget what you look like."
My uncle, never one to shy away from a morbid conversation, asked his son: "And what will you do with my body if you keep it?"
Sander thought for a moment, paused and then said, "I know! I will make you into a rug so you will always be on my floor."
I believe my uncle is now changing his will to read: "Sander is not allowed to be in charge of burial."
Only in my family!