My elderly aunties used to torture me at family weddings, they’d always come and ask laughingly, “So what do you think, Libby? Will you be next?” They cut it out quite quickly once I started asking them the same question at funerals.
My elderly aunties used to torture me at family weddings, they’d always come and ask laughingly, “So what do you think, Libby? Will you be next?”
They cut it out quite quickly once I started asking them the same question at funerals.