Yes, I sent Relly into the crematorium with the reddest apple we could find. And Orange Swits jellies. He was wrapped in my favorite blanket and his favorite bedsheet. Here is the backstory: Relly had asked me to have him cremated should he predecease me, with a ritual before the roasting: I want a full-body massage first. Use Mang Tomas (lechon sauce for the massage). Then I want you to put the reddest apple in my mouth. Then turn me over so I am lying like the Great Sphinx, my head held up high. Make sure I have Orange Swits, because thats candy for a journey. Only then do you send me into the oven. Relly was plump most of his life and his coterie of friends (now MY coterie of friends) used to call him Bab as an endearment--a truncated form of baboy (pig). Hence the image of him as a roast pig for his last trip. When I entered the crematorium, I put the apple in his hand, along with the candy and the wooden rosary hed always kept in his pocket. I skipped the lechon sauce and recommended pose because, well, hell, no. I am sure hes laughing at the Pearly Gates, and it is as it should be.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 03:24:29 +0000
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