Grandma’s Hat Was Superglued On

My grandma wore the same red hat every single day for forty years. At her funeral,

my uncle tried to bury her in it. The mortician pulled him aside and whispered something.

Turns out, that hat was glued to her head. She went bald in the seventies from

a perm disaster and just super glued that crusty red hat on instead of buying a wig.

We had an open casket with grandma rocking that hat for eternity. My uncle cried. I laughed so hard

I got kicked out.