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	<title>Comments on: A Penny Saved Is a Penny Urned</title>
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	<description>Gene Bromberg is Pittsburgh's most decorated poker blogger — which, he admits, is like being the best shortstop in Greenland.</description>
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		<title>By: Darcy</title>
		<link>http://genebromberg.com/2009/11/12/a-penny-saved-is-a-penny-urned/comment-page-1/#comment-3924</link>
		<dc:creator>Darcy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mom prepaid for her cremation. She also prepaid for the food at her wake, and the dumbass caterer kept bugging her for a date until she finally turned to him (he also ran the restaurant at her golf club, and we were there for lunch), looked him right in the eyes and said, &quot;I don&#039;t know, some time after I die.&quot; She also pre-selected with my dad the music for her memorial service, and my dad even read her the eulogy he planned to read, which I think is actually kind of nice since she wouldn&#039;t be there to hear it. She took a stab at writing her own obit, but we redid it. I *still* laugh when I remember my uncle saying, &quot;She sure did a shitass job on that [obituary]!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mom prepaid for her cremation. She also prepaid for the food at her wake, and the dumbass caterer kept bugging her for a date until she finally turned to him (he also ran the restaurant at her golf club, and we were there for lunch), looked him right in the eyes and said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, some time after I die.&#8221; She also pre-selected with my dad the music for her memorial service, and my dad even read her the eulogy he planned to read, which I think is actually kind of nice since she wouldn&#8217;t be there to hear it. She took a stab at writing her own obit, but we redid it. I *still* laugh when I remember my uncle saying, &#8220;She sure did a shitass job on that [obituary]!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: BWoP</title>
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		<dc:creator>BWoP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 20:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My parents purchased their cemetary plots many years ago.  They took me to visit the plots once, and their headstones were already there.

Strange, indeed, but comforting in a way.  It&#039;s one less thing the family needs to think about during the grieving period.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My parents purchased their cemetary plots many years ago.  They took me to visit the plots once, and their headstones were already there.</p>
<p>Strange, indeed, but comforting in a way.  It&#8217;s one less thing the family needs to think about during the grieving period.</p>
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