“It was sad news about old Ben,” announced John at breakfast.
“Why what happened to him?” asked Mary
“Carked it! Kicked the bucket. Went to the happy hunting ground. He died!”
“Oh!” replied Mary, “why couldn’t you have said that in the first place.”
“Some people don’t like using the truth, they prefer to couch bad news inside a euphemism or two.”
“I guess so. Are they to lay him to rest soon?” asked Mary.
“Monday, at the crematorium. His sister says she’ll spread his ashes over the vegetable garden.”
“You wouldn’t think there would be much nutrient left in that tired old body would you.”
“Either way he’ll be pushing up tomatoes or daisies,” said Mary pouring the coffee.