I'm going to shut up now though before I start spilling my guts
about my dead relatives and my dad moving.
I don't believe a damn word you just said
about your dead relative.
Not exact matches
He grilled me
about my connection to this
dead relative.
No, I don't think Jews really think that
dead relatives are going to be concerned
about this... but I am guessing that Jews will be offended.
When your
dead relative actually comes back to tell you
about it, then I might take you seriously... until then, not so much.
To some extent, this attitude of denial has come
about because of changes in our society in this century: the marked decrease in the number of deaths at an early age; the development of specialized professions for the care of the dying and the
dead; the emergence of geographical mobility, with the consequence that most of us live at some distance from aging and dying
relatives, including parents; the growth of separate communities for the aging, not only nursing homes but retirement communities.
As one reader posted on the on «line bookstore, Amazon.com, «Ms. Walker is truly one of the most daring writers of the twentieth century... [but] I found the details of the lesbian lovemaking to be more than I ever wanted to know
about lesbian relationships» and the assumption that my
dead relatives spy on me in my bed quite revolting.
I don't know if you've noticed, but Barnes & Noble has become that
relative we all talk
about as if they're already
dead, even when they're right in the room with us, and they don't even mind because at least we're talking
about them.
coherently (
about the
Dead, the last time he or she saw Jesus, the
relative qualities of local vs imported rolling papers, etc).