This is the kind of stunt I'd pull, and now that it's in my head I think it's the kind of stunt I will pull:
Even in death, Chet Fitch is a card. Fitch, known for his sense of humor, died in October at age 88 but gave his friends and family a start recently: Christmas cards, 34 of them, began arriving — written in his hand with a return address of "Heaven..."
The mailing was a joke Fitch worked on for two decades with his barber, Patty Dean, 57. She told the Ashland Daily Tidings this week that he kept updating the mailing list and giving her extra money when postal rates went up...
This fall, [Dean] said, Fitch looked up to her from the chair. "You must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards," he told her.
"I think you'll probably be able to mail them this year."
He died a week later.
That's both funny and ghastly.
I always wonder how people react to such "messages from beyond."
Posted by: Rana | Wednesday, December 26, 2007 at 12:58 PM
Rana, if their hearts are weak enough, their own demise may be hastened.
Posted by: Linkmeister | Wednesday, December 26, 2007 at 01:34 PM
Genius! I so want to do this myself. Perhaps a different return address though....
Posted by: Vir Modestus | Wednesday, December 26, 2007 at 02:43 PM
hi im an ant now merry christmas
Perhaps?
Posted by: Rana | Wednesday, December 26, 2007 at 07:27 PM