Our Hell

When we die, sometimes we are cremated.  Often, it becomes the dying wish of the dearly departed to have their remaining ashes scattered in the gentle breeze at dusk.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

This gentle breeze most likely brings its contents away from the peaceful mountaintop and into the doors and windows of homes across our fine nation.  There, tiny dust mites thrive and multiply without discretion from Uncle Joe’s arm hair mixed with your eyebrow skin.

These dust mites, like all good organisms, ingest and then expel waste product.  New studies pinpoint these droppings as  a major cause of Asthma in our children, who are more susceptible to it than their adult counterparts.

What this means:

“Yes Timmy, the reason you have laboured breathing is because Grammy decided she didn’t want to rest in a cheap ceramic urn for the rest of eternity.”