Jessie and I hadn’t spoken since the argument before our mother’s funeral.
“It’s ridiculous!” Jessie’s concern was more for her own reputation than our recently deceased mother’s.
“Of course it’s ridiculous, but it’s Mother’s last wish. I have to honor her request.”
“Which makes you ridiculous. I’m not coming to the funeral. I want no part of this.”
So Mother was buried in her pajamas, bathrobe and slippers.
Now, five years down the road, Jessie made sure I’d honor her wishes. She’d specified her burial attire in her will, as well as the wording for her tombstone: “Au Naturel”