I must apologize to anyone who assumed I was dead as a result of my absence from this blog. I’m alive and well but school’s been keeping me busy.
That’s actually not the reason for the title of this blog though.
For a while I was getting daily emails about funeral insurance. Each morning I would be implored to make sure my family wasn’t burdened by expenses for my funeral after I kicked the bucket. I’m a big fan of both puns and gallows humor but somehow taglines like “leave grave concerns at the cemetery ” and “don’t let your family be buried in funeral expenses” failed to amuse me. The emails said that although it can be hard, it’s never too early to start planning for the future. I’m going to have to disagree and say that your thirties is too early to plan your funeral.
Eventually I became sick to death of being reminded of my impending demise every time I opened my email so I unsubscribed from those funeral insurance emails (not that I’d ever subscribed to them in the first place.) When I did so I got a message implying that I was crazy for not wanting to get funeral insurance emails and informing me that I may continue to receive funeral insurance emails for ten more days.
That’s actually not the reason for the title of this blog either though.
Since I don’t drive myself, my father, bless his heart, is great about assisting me with transportation. He’s not always so great about arriving on time though. Yet he usually has a legitimate excuses for his tardiness. Two weeks ago he was late because he went the wrong way on a one- way street, was stopped by the cops and incurred a $500 traffic ticket. Last week when he picked me up he told he was late because he’d just gotten a letter from his car insurance company that he was really upset by.
“What did it say?” I ask.
“See for yourself. Can you believe this?” he exclaims as he hands me a piece of paper.
“They canceled your insurance policy?” I remark after my eyes skim the paper.
“Yes but look at the reason they canceled it.”
It takes me a minute to find it in the chart that’s printed on the letter but when I do I gasp and say “Oh my god!”
Under “Reason for Cancellation” it says “Insured Deceased”.
“Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”
“They sure have been.”
“I guess when you get to be my age people just assume you’re dead.”
“The best part is that they sent you a letter informing you of your own death.”
I accompany my father on his visit to the insurance agency’s office to clear up the misunderstanding over his death.
“Are you guys a serious company?” he asks incredulously as he deposits the letter informing him of his death on their front desk.
The guy sitting at the desk looks over the letter and says “Oooh…that’s not good…you’re clearly not dead.”
The insurance company mostly takes the laugh it off and blame it on someone else approach. After making a phone call they inform my father that he will be getting a new letter in a few days and assure him he is no longer considered dead.
Those funeral insurance emails continue to arrive for a few days after I’ve unsubscribed from them. “At least they’re not assuming I’m already dead” I say to myself.