Hey Dorothy You're Not in Kansas Anymore. Karen Mueller Bryson

have his ashes spread at Universal Studios in Orlando, in front of the replicated Psycho House," said my mom. "And while we are on the subject of final wishes, I want you both to know that when I die I would like to have my harvestable organs donated to those in need and then have the rest of my body, my cadaver, donated for scientific research."

      "Do we really have to discuss that right now, Mother?" Jude said. "I think that Dorothy and I have enough on our minds dealing with dad."

      "If there is one thing that your father’s accident taught me, it's that we can never be certain how much time any of us has," my mom said. "I could walk out the door right now and get struck by lightning."

      "Come on, Mom," said Jude. "It’s not even raining, not a storm in sight."

      "Tampa is the Lightning Capital of the World," I said.

      "I thought that was Cleveland," said Maggie.

      "Can we please get back to the arrangements?" said Jude.

      "I just feel that organ donation is the way to go," Mom said.

      "I meant for Dad," said Jude.

      "You know that we couldn’t possibly have donated any of your father’s organs," said my mom. "It was a rather large and heavy truck."

      "The funeral arrangements, Mom," said Jude. "I was talking about Dad’s funeral arrangements."

      "Yes, of course you were," she said.