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Originally Posted by DixieGal
If that were so, then SIL could have kept the shoes. However, along my previous line of thought, I'm even more certain my mother-in-law wouldn't have wanted to meet Jesus in those nasty raggedy house slippers she was wearing.
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My brother got to send off his father-in-law in his (my brother's) shoes! Good shoes were in a pile, ready to go to the funeral. Somebody else stops by the house and is told "clothes for the body are in a pile by the door". Brother's shoes apparently fit the dead guy just fine ... and brother got to giggle the whole time, cause he hadn't been able to find his good shoes. "Oh, THERE they are!"