So I have an awesome friend named Kate. Kate and I have been friends through one shitty nursing job after another. Now anyone in the health care field knows how hard it is to have lasting friendships amongst nurses. Nurses tend to eat their own but Kate and I have forged an alliance that have left many slack jawed home care managers in its wake.
Now part of Kate's appeal as a friend is the steady stream of crazy relatives and friends that rival my own. Such as her Aunt. We will call her Aunt Scary for the purpose of this post. Now Aunt Scary is the typical never left the 1970's pot head hippie. Not that there is anything wrong with that but she takes it to a whole 'nother level. To put this in perspective, Aunt Scary worked at a factory and happily drank margaritas and smoked dope for many years until 2 months ago when she got laid off. She did all of this with the companionship of her geriatric dog Brutus, who is some type of small yippy puff dog.
So what follows is a conversation between Kate and I about her Aunt:
Kate: My Aunt Scary called me today.....
Me: OMG What now?
Kate: She had to get off work early today to prepay Brutus's funeral
Me: She is prepaying.....a dog's funeral?
Kate: Yeah dude I swear
Me: She just got laid off and she is paying for this how?
Kate: Well, she did get a job at Arby's
Me: So let me get this straight, she *is* prepaying the dog's funeral but when she dies it will just fall on you all to pay for her funeral?
Kate: Why should anything change after she is dead?