re: #251 researchok

All I ever got from grandmother was great cake.

And pies.

And soup.

And sandwiches…

When I visited the crypt where my father is buried, I noticed that other mourners had affixed plaques over the space where their loved ones were entombed. In selecting the design of these plaques, mourners could choose a variety of little icons that would remind them of their loved one.

On many plaques for the beloved grandma, there was an icon of…a mixer and spatula.

My sister chose a very tasteful plaque for my dad with a Tree of Life.

But a freaking mixer? On a tombstone?