DEAD … AGAIN

“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”  Hmm, ponders Isabella, who said that? Oh yeah, Mark Twain.  

She stares fixedly at the local news rag, mesmerized.  The obits were plentiful today and longer than usual, especially the one about her.  It must be a slow news week. 

Thoughtfully, Izzie pops another piece of the warm, buttery croissant into her waiting mouth, chews slowly,  dreamily and savors the rich taste. Puddles, the dog, sits quietly beside her, waiting for her bit.  Izzie absent-mindedly tears off a piece and pauses, reading on. Puddles gently nuzzles the morsel from Izzie’s hand.  As it starts to fall, she manages to catch it in her eager mouth with a quick mid-air snap.  Her eyes roll up in quiet, doggy ecstasy.

‘Isabella (Izzie) Korman (nee Piccolo), in her 72nd year, after a courageous battle with cancer, passed away peacefully surrounded by her husband and children on Saturday, March 13, 2010 at Southwest Health and Wellness Centre.eWeW   Izzie, cherished wife of Harvey Korman Sr.  Devoted mother of 5.  Sons Harvey Korman Jr., (Harriett), Herman Korman (Hermione) and Harry Korman. Daughters, Rachel Kraftsman (Ralph) and Rebecca Karly (Richard).’   

By the time I reach this point in the obit, I know that there has to be another Izzie Korman in my town and since I've lived here pretty much all my life, how come I’ve never bumped into her or even heard of her?  I know my town is biggish (about 40,000) but it's not that big.  Obsessed now, I wonder, “How could that be?  She was even the same age as me.  We should have crossed paths at the senior’s centre.  Everybody over 60 went there. Maybe she wasn’t a joiner?” 

Not understanding what is driving her, a strange compulsion makes Izzie finish reading the obit, every single word of it, which had so caught her eye –  

‘Adoring and proud grandmother of Roberto, Rachel, Reuben, Rick, Kimberley, Kacie, Katilynn, Kailee and Kassandra.’

“Whew”, thinks Izzie, counting out loud, “nine grandchildren.  They must have kept her happy…And broke.”  On she reads, unable to stop. 

‘Fondly remembered by her brothers and sister and their families:  Peter Piccolo, Pearl Pantalone, Paul Piccolo, Percy Piccolo, Parker Piccolo and Phillip Piccolo.  Predeceased by her parents, Raphaela and Kobe.  Isabella’s loving memory will live on forever in the hearts of the Piccolo and Korman families and her many, many close friends. Isabella will be remembered for her major contributions to the life and work of The Meeting Place Prayer Circle and to the community of Aurora.  

The family wishes to thank all those who have reached out to us over the last few months and offered love and support.  Friends may call at the Thomas Funeral Home, 530 Go Home Lane North (northeast corner of Go Home Lane and Yonge Street) Aurora, 905-772-2154 from 2-4 and 6-8 p.m. Thursday, March 18, 2010.  Funeral Service in The Meeting Place Prayer Circle (32 Church Street) on Friday afternoon March 19, 2010 at 1:00 p.m.  Internment Queen City Cemetery.  In memory of Izzie, donations to The Meeting Place Prayer Circle, in lieu of flowers, would be appreciated by the family.

Sighing heavily, Izzie leans back and as she slumps down, plops her head on the cushy sofa back.  Three cats, sleeping cozily entwined into one big fur ball in the bay

window, grumble at the intrusion of Izzie’s head coming ‘that close’ to them. They stretch out, languidly, hooking gnarly claws gently into Izzie’s silvery nimbus.  “Be still”, say they.  “We’re trying to nap.”  Izzie sits quietly, contemplating her navel. The catchy 70s (or was it the 60s?) phrase pops into her head as she stares down at her stomach, and she laughs softly at the silly expression which was so popular with the hippies, ‘back in the day’.

Closing her eyes, Izzie thinks back to the heyday of the second half of the last millennium and a small smile curls up the wrinkled edges of her generous mouth. Snippets of the more memorable moments run across her memory like a movie…  

There's a light over at the Frankenstein place (the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

They're creepy and they're kooky. Mysterious and spooky. They're all together ooky.  The Addams Family.

Elvis the Pelvis

45s and 8 track tapes

                        
                         Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is

                                                 

Sock it to me baby - say Goodnight Dick

Oh, so many funny and now melancholy memories.  The ‘movie’ hip-hops like the energizer bunny, sometimes going into slo-mo mode…

Women's lib

Never trust anybody over 30 

  

                                           Peacenik, beatnik

  

Drive-in restaurants and waitresses whizzing from car to car in their lace-up roller skates, trays balanced perfectly on stiffly tented fingers.

A lil’ dab’ll do ya

Love means never having to say you’re sorry

I love you more today than yesterday and less than tomorrow

Bright pink Double Bubble bubblegum, 2 for a penny and the teeny tiny comic

Black balls

Chocolate cigarettes which you could actually make ‘smoke’ with 

Flower Power

Car 54 where are you?

As the show plays on, Izzie settles deeper into the pillowy softness of the sofa, the newspaper clutched in her left hand.  Gentle wuffles come from her partly open mouth and Puddles lays her head on Izzie’s well-padded thighs, sighing with contentment.

Backward the movie spins into the 50s…

I Love Lucy

Here’s looking at you, kid

Gunsmoke 

  

                                      Phyllis Diller and Fang 

                                          
                                             Girdles

 

  

Studebakers (the car not the bar)

Queen Elizabeth 

As the 50s slowly fade into grey and the 40s start playing, Izzie settles even more deeply into the sofa, and maybe something a little more than just sleep.  Her breathing slows until it’s barely discernible.  Her right hand gives just a little twitch and her right foot moves in sync. 

Puddles lifts her head and stares quizzically at her mistress and best friend, sensing something amiss.  She nuzzles Izzie’s hand, the one that twitched.  It doesn’t twitch again.  It doesn’t do anything.  Puddles lifts her head to the heavens and howls and howls.  With a sudden start, Izzie’s eyes pop open and she exclaims, “Oh, Puddles, thank goodness you were here to wake me up.  “I think I was almost Dead” and then her eyes light on her doppelganger’s

obit… Again!” 


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