My Grandmother's Sense of Humor

This morning, I've been going through some of my grandmother's old papers that were passed on to me at the time of her death: postcards from trips, an academic paper on Christian Science (her religion), passports, lists of presents she was mailing to family, etc. Amongst this pile, a small scrap of peach paper fell out, with a handwritten note from my grandmother:

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did.
In his sleep.
Not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

My grandmother always had an interesting sense of humor.