Graveyard Granny (A Myths and Tales … tale)
Granny was one hundred and four years old. She wasn’t actually my gran. She was my mother’s, mother’s mother and Granny agreed that that made her pretty great.
“I’ll live forever!” she quipped on her ninety eight birthday. When she reached one hundred and two people started to agree with her.
When she turned one hundred and four she thought enough was enough. It was high time she had a funeral.
“Give me my favourite blanket though. It will get cold in the winter.”
We all thought Granny was crazy but she insisted. When this particular matriarch had made up her mind there was simply no changing it.
It wasn’t the most orthodox of ceremonies. Granny waved from her casket with a great big smile on her face.
“Granny, you aren’t going to have them screw that casket down are you?” I had pleaded before hand.
“Now that wouldn’t make much sense now would it?” she returned with a wry smile. “How am I supposed to get up and walk about? An eternity locked down would get a little tedious.”
And so the funeral service went ahead. No one shed tears. It wasn’t what Granny wanted. Truthfully, I don’t think people quite knew how to feel, especially when Granny climbed from her casket to give a few words on her own behalf.
At ninety eight she had claimed she would live forever. She is now one hundred and twenty four and still going strong. She will fight for her rights as an otherwise deceased. She had a nice funeral and she chose a beautiful spot for her final resting place where I can visit her anytime I please. She still gives me tea and biscuits.
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