You’re next

When I was younger I hated going to weddings; it seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poke me in the ribs and cackle, “You’re next.”
They stopped that kind of thing after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.


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You’re next