Life Insurance


Me and Maria

My friend Maria recalled an episode sometime in the 70’s.
She was visiting with me when an insurance man called at the house trying to sell me life insurance. The well-dressed sales man tried his best to convince me how I need this peace of mind, should I die, to guarantee a proper burial . To which I replied: I don’t need that! Just put me in a garbage bag and put me on the curb! Goodbye! The poor man tried to argue his point, how this was not possible as I closed the door on him.


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