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Dear Ann Landers,
have an aunt who is very fat. She is also very rich. Her husband owns half the lumber in North Carolina. This fat aunt came to visit a few days ago. I know it was dumb, but I accidentally left my ukulele on a chair in the living room. Well, this fat aunt goes and sits right down on my uke and smashes it to smithereens. She didn't say one word about buying me a new uke. All she could talk about was how kids today don't take care of their things and how the crashing sound of that uke almost gave her heart failure. I think it was mighty cheap of my aunt not to offer to buy me a new uke. She could buy me a whole store full of ukes and not miss the money.-Former Owner Of A Ukulele

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, whatever they needed I provided. What really hurt my son and I the most was the obituary - we were not mentioned at all. Our friends (mine and hers) were appalled. I was embarrassed and upset for not just me, but for my son-who loved her also. I never been so upset. Her x-husband put his wife and kids and their grandchildren in the obituary, who my girlfriend barely knew. They live an hour away from us. I know its silly to be mad over a little section of the newspaper, but it still hurts. Will time let this devastating loss of her and this article ever go away? I am so angry at this whole situation, its not like we can go and rewrite an obituary notice.

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