Melissa McLay -- March 11, 1984 to September 22, 2002

February 06 | Pretend Dead
When we were younger, I had the perfect way to torture Melissa: I would pretend that she had died.

What caused me to do such a thing the first time, I do not know. But the reaction I got from her was so wonderful that I am amazed I didn't do it much.

I had to time it perfectly that Melissa and I were the only people in the room, and there needed to be at least one dog. I would pet the dog - usually Max, our toy poodle - and tell him how sad I was that my sister had died. I would tell the dog how much I missed her, how lovely the funeral was, and how excited I was to get the bedroom all to myself. I would casually mention something about her ghost still being around to make her think that she was now a ghost.

At first she would kind of laugh a nervous this-isn't-really-funny chuckle and tell me to knock it out. But I was too good at ignoring her and she would soon resort to pulling on my arms to let me know she was still alive. I would give up the charade soon after.

Looking back, it was one of the worst jokes I ever did to her. But it sure was fun at the time.
Remembered by Valette | 4:46pm

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