Of Stereos and Heaven

When my aging parents lived in our granny suite, they bought a new stereo because they could no longer hear the old one. The old one was an attractive little unit, complete with record player and 8-track. I think Noah used it on the Ark for weather reports.

I was showing Mom and Dad how to set the digital clock on their new unit when my son Jeffrey, who had been admiring the 100-watt speakers said, "Um, Grandpa, you should put this thing in your will. I'd like it."

My father was hard of hearing. He said, "Bill? Who's Bill?"

My mother almost fell off her rocking chair laughing, then said, "Well...