I guess I’ll give poor Karen a break here and write about another Dead Tony story that does not involve her.

This happened after Tony died. We were at the wake. Friends and family were filing through giving their last respects. Tony’s parents had dressed him in a suit that was several sizes too small.  Mainly because Tony put on a few pounds while being on long term disability. It was known of his vicodin issue by certain family members at this time, hence the funniness.

In any case, Tony was stuffed in this tiny suit and then stuffed into this casket (very nice one too). His shirt was too tight and his shirt collar was pressed up into his lower jaw. This accentuated the “double chin” into what looked like a hamster with cheeks full of food.

One family member, Chuck, noted as he paid his respects that Tony looked like “he was storing up vicodin for the winter.”

One last thing about that day. I had blown my nose in a tissue and, out of respect for Tony, stuffed it in his casket under his leg. I didn’t do it to be gross or defiant. I did it because I knew that Tony would have thought it was hilarious.

My brother sent me this picture today and I thought it was blogworthy…