A Rather Odd Question

Yesterday Momma called me to ask "a rather odd question", as she put it. "When did Daddy die?"

I told her, "in 1989, so it's been 20 years."

"Really?"

"Yes," I told her, "it was the day after Memorial Day, a few months before Meg was born."

"Well, okay. I just wanted to make sure he was... dead."