...a nice, warm nightgown.

I was back in NY/NJ On Sunday for the annual family Chanukkah party. I saw my 87 year-old great aunt. She has been rather depressed lately- about getting old, the recent death of her older daughter from cancer, me and my 27 year-old cousin having no marriage prospects....etc....
Yet she still retains a sense of humor. While discussing what people are buried in (not even sure how we got on that topic) she announces that she has already picked out what she wants to be buried in- "....a nice, warm nightgown. I'm serious. It's flannel."

Gotta love my family. They never fail to entertain.