"When I die, I want to be tickled to death, eat too much, or be shot by a jealous woman."

My girl-cousins’ grandmother—theirs not mine, not the one we share—passed away this week. I remember one of them, at some point, telling me she’d said this, but I forgot about it until my cousin Claire posted it on Facebook earlier today. In the end, not one of these three things were the culprit, of course, but I love it still.