Whether I like it or
not, I'm gonna to die.
And when I do, it better
be 90° and sunny. In
my family, you've gotta
be the first to choose
your atmospheric condition,
because someone else
may get there first and
scoop you. It's a thing.
My relatives have snow,
rainbows, hail, and rain
already. We know they're
here when it's up there.
Hi, Grandma Frances! Hi,
Papa! Just pulling on the
ol' galoshes. You may be
twisting on your axis, but
I know I'll be remembered
because six feet down isn't
far if you've got a cheek full
of wit and weather.