At Some Point We'll All Do It

July 10, 2024

When I die I need one of you to get up at my funeral and do a knock-knock joke.

Knock knock!

Who’s there?

Not Rudy!

And whoever doesn’t laugh gets kicked out by the bouncer. Also, I want a bouncer at my funeral.

If I am fortunate enough to be missed by you try and remember that I love the sound of laughter. Maybe, just maybe, when you hear yourself laughing - especially at something wildly inappropriate - you’ll think of me and I’ll seem not so far away at least for a moment.

And please, somebody, anybody, EVERYBODY - after I die touch Todd’s butt and whisper, that’s from Rudy.

Now everyone reading this who knows a guy named Todd is gonna make things real awkward one day. Everyone in hell will be all, why is Rudy always laughing? It’ll be grand.

Don’t worry, this post isn’t some weird way of me telling you that I have some terminal anything. My wife was playing some heartbreaking song about grief by some guy we’re going to see tonight while promising not to laugh at me when I cry at toni…