Now that the entire family gathered this past week, of course my crazy burial wish of becoming a boat after I die came up at dinner. I suppose the kids all see me getting a bit older. I did amend my original death wish of being smashed into dust and missed into bilge paint and 5200 into a special boat that the kids can go for a ride on with me. The idea of being on a Mantel or in the ground horrifies me. I need to be moving. Now, I don’t want to be IN the water. I want to be ON the the water. But here is my amendment.
I love WECATCHEM. That 25 Sportsman is a true reflection and embodiment of me. A little to large, part runabout, part utility. Some custom stuff from the factory, and well loved by the people in its life. Now on her is a special compartment on the starbord side. Its a smaller storage area and would be a pefect place for a final resting place. Thats right. I want a custom built Philippine Mahogany box. Varnished on the INSIDE as well. No plastic baggy shoved in a drawer.
Now, this is where it gets dicey. The boatress says NO WAY! There is no way she is lugging around a dumb 25 sportsman. And will not spend money doing something so stupid. I reminded her thats the dumbness gene is whats kept us married all these years. So If I croak, I need you all to help my sons pull this off. They said they would keep the boat. They inherited the dumb gene! I know that one day they will love the boat. Not today, with busy lives all over the world. But one day. And on that day, that one day a year. I will be able to still go Woody Boating.