its pretty well documented in my world (by way of my various writings and lectures to my friends) that my mom loves to be the first to announce to me/anyone in earshot (but, really, just me) that someone has died. somewhat horrifyingly, she is currently beside herself over the recent death of an actress from a skiing accident. I walked in on her listening to the Silver Fox explain exactly what happened, and, though she was aware that I was hearing the news at the same time as she was, she insisted on relaying his words to me (who stood, bewildered, a mere 2 feet away from the two of them). I let her do this because I know how much it means to her to be able to do so. And because sometimes its easier to accept such behavior when you are a little drunk.
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