Two things

both related to this story of a man whose daughters decided to have his ashes put into a clarinet and then buried in the case.

1. Patty should really be moonlighting as a headline writer now that her symphony gig is on summer hiatus.

2. I'm with her that there will be no burying my clarinets with me. That's just... stupid. Let me be on the record that when I die, I want whoever is overseeing the funeral to give my clarinets an overhaul and send them to a band program so they can do what clarinets are made to do: play!*.

*But, ummmmm... don't tell that to my clarinet that I made into a lamp.