Close to Home by John McPherson for November 14, 2019

I don’t think the other customers like it. Bleeb is hiding under the counter to stay out of trouble.

He’s just as annoying as he was in life.

Well, he really made an ash of himself for the last time

I can foresee a little issue with the health inspector. Cremation ashes are not only ashes.

Most drunks wouldn’t notice these days. Their phones are the only thing they see !

He said sprinkled not dumped.

She always heard this place was a dump!

I tell my wife she should carry my ashes in the trunk of her car in case she gets stuck in snow.

Kind of improved the taste of their Salsa.

At least he’s not running his mouth like he used to!

Guy: no one has a last wish to be buried at a bar

Frank’s wife: Hold my ash…..

Bar tenders used to keep a coffee can under the counter to dump ashes.

I guess having a dry martini is out of the question.

The word was “sprinkled”, not dumped.

Soak him up with some beer. He looks parched.

Frank “Dusty” Swartz laid to rest.

Anyway, while I’m here……..

And the instructions were to make sure the health inspector was there at the time.

Is this a scene from that movie, “Cremains of the Day”?

Ah crap! It’s in my beer!

So, he wanted his ashes sprinkled there. Remains to be seen….

Wow are our mouths really dry now! More beer!

♫Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, I wanna go to heaven but I don’t wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Worst bar snacks ever…

Sprinkled, not dumped you old bat.