Okay, this one came from an English friend of mine and Mrs. Hela's.

This friend had a favorite auntie. The auntie died about ten years ago. The woman's husband - who was loathed by the rest of the family - had no contact with them from the time favorite auntie died, until his own death about four years later.

Well, our friend's parents had the task of cleaning out the home shared by the fave aunt and her hubby.

In their task, they came across a large number of.... shall we say, leather and latex fetish type garments, including a pair of patent leather thigh-high boots.

Turns out, everything they found was NOT in auntie's size, but in her husband's size!

Makes you wonder why the old coot didn't clean out his "fun" closet. Did he think he was going to live forever?

who, upon hearing of my death, will come into my home, wipe my computer browser history and dispose of the "toy box" and any questionable video materials.

In fact, that sounds like an interesting service to provide for the public. Maybe a promising business model for me to pursue?



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/09/2011 07:55PM by helamonster.

...absurd as making sure you get rid of the whiskey and cigars before you die so people are none the wiser of your private pleasures.

Who cares?

Once you're dead I think it would make you more memorable.

I'm trying to show some consideration for my family memebrs who would have to go through my stuff.

Think about it: if your own parents died, would you REALLY want to know in detail all the kinky things they were into? REALLY?

No, that would make most folks physically ill to think of their parents that way.

helamonster Wrote:
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> Think about it: if your own parents died, would
> you REALLY want to know in detail all the kinky
> things they were into? REALLY?

I wouldn't seek out that information. I suspect the kinkiest thing they have done together is having sex without their holy sacred underpants.

My grandfather kept my grandmother's false teeth in a safe deposit box after she died, in hopes he could use them instead of buying new ones for himself? Dunno. Sure was funny to see teeth in a safe deposit box though.

My TBM parents were very close friends with the parents of a fellow student (high school) of mine. The husband died quite suddenly, even though he was not all that old.

An acquaintance said to the widow, "I was so surprised when Ronald died!"

The widow replied, "I'm sure Ronald was quite surprised, too."

Yes, please clean it out!

I could have gone my whole life without knowing my father tried viagra!

Remember we kids were found in the cabbage patch, or the stork brought us.....our parents did not have..... to have us!!!

There is still the child in us who isn't willing to face the sexuality of our parents, unless our parents had been somewhat open about it.


Oh my, I started this answer several hours ago and it was still here on my computer when I came back. My Dad is going to be gone soon, before Father's day.
I told him this is like waiting for a train isn't it??? He agreed. He's done everything he ever wanted to. He even made his last goal; 90 years!

These last bed-ridden days are flowing slowly and fast at the same time. He can hardly keep his eyes open for two minutes. He is not in pain and he sleeps nearly around the clock now.

But we cleaned out his house the last two years and have distributed all of his stuff.... all we ever found was an open package of viagra with two pills missing.

I remember he did have some Playboy magazines back in 68, but they have been gone for years and years. (Too bad, we could have sold them on e-bay and made some money on 'collectors' editions!)

A parent's death is very hard, even if you suspect or see it coming for a long time beforehand.

Even though it was difficult, I considered it to be a privilege to care for my ailing mother in the months before she died. I expected that after she died, I would feel at least a bit of relief in having the burden of care lifted. What I didn't expect is that I would miss taking care of her needs.

Sending good thoughts your way.

When my dad died, a major newspaper contacted me to write a story about him. He was quite a guy, a writer and inventor and had a photographic memory...except about his family, and he couldn't even remember our birthdays or how old we were.

So.. the whole family was all pleased to have this big newspaper write up about him...until we read it.

The writer had titled it something like:

Can do everything but remember his kid's birthdays...

It was kind of a shock at first, as we expected this glowing article (and the rest of it was), but we later had to laugh about it, as it was SO true.