P.S. I Love You, Jackass

The recent post on The Nemsing One's blog has really got me thinking about "the end." It was pretty cool that he posted a blog from the other side. That shows great foresight. It reminds me of one of Mrs. Stickman's favorite movies, P.S. I Love You.

Over the last couple of years, I have been forced to, out of the extreme love that I have for my wife, watched this movie approximately 25 gazillion times. I'm not proud of this fact, but I think I can recite this entire movie along with the characters. Please, someone, shoot me right now.

The only good that comes from this movie is that every time we watch it Mrs. Stickman gets weepy and sentimental. That's not the good part though. The good part is that after she watches it, she thinks about how much she loves me, and then she is sorta nice to me the rest of the night. And sorta nice means NO MOCKING! Well, at least minimal mocking. OK, let's be real, still a lot of mocking, but in a little bit sweeter way.

If you haven't seen this gem of a movie, it's about this dude that dies, and then over the course of the next year his widowed wife receives letters from him to help her through her grief. Each letter ends with the phrase "P.S. I love you."

I told Mrs. S that if she died, and I got a letter in the mail that was supposedly from her, and it ended in "P.S. I love you" then I would know for certain that it wasn't really from her. So we agreed that if she sends me letters from the grave, then she will be sure to write "P.S. I love you, Jackass" so that I would recognize it as being from her.

As part of our prenup, I made Mrs. S promise that I could die first because I absolutely do not want to live without her. So, knowing that I will go first, I have laid down some groundrules for what she should do after I die. First of all, I will be cremated, and my ashes are to be placed in an urn. This urn is to be placed on the bedside table. This is just in case she ever decides to try to bring another man into our bed, then the guilt of seeing my ashes there watching would make her think again.

More of my ashes will be placed in a capsule and inserted into a necklace so that I will be with her at all times. (I got this idea from a keychain I had as a kid that contained ashes from Mt. Saint Helens) This may also help scare off guys trying to hit on my widow. You may think I don't want her to be happy. That's not true. I just don't want her to be happier than she was with me. That would suck.

I truly hope that we both live to ripe old ages, and that we die together in bed holding hands. Just like the ending of The Notebook. Yes, that's right, I've seen that movie about 32 gazillion times too - another of Mrs. Stickman's favorite weepy movies. Lucky me.

I gotta go now. I think we are having a Marley & Me cryfest marathon today. Stickman Out!