Grandma is burried in the garden.

As usual Kadizzle woke up to the cacophony of The Commander jumping around like a grasshopper in a field of wheat that was on fire.  The Commander was having fits because the temporary bag collecting Kadizzle's urine had some leakage problems over night.

After The Commander settled down to the point it seemed like normal conversation could ensue Kadizzle pondered on where to be buried.  The garden seemed appropriate.  The Commander quickly explained that the ashes of the mother in  law  had already been spread there among the tomatoes and cucumbers.  Immediately Kadizzle wondered what vegetables he would be assigned to.  Quickly both Kadizzle and The Commander realized his ashes would be used as weed killer.

The Commander's mom was certainly good to the Kadizzlites, and to her grandchildren, but it was clear she did not have a frictionless relationship with old Kadizzle.  If granny is out in the garden in peace with the cucumbers maybe it is best to just leave her alone.

Well Kadizzle knows for sure he wants a few shotgun shells loaded with his ashes and passed out to his hunting friends, and perhaps some ashes sprinkled in the lake.  No matter where the ashes go Kadizzle will be blamed for the commander for something.  If your water intake plugs up on your boat, no doubt it was Kadizzle, if your pheasant shot goes astray, it was Kadizzle,  if the potatoes from the garden go bad it was Kadizzle ashes.  More than likely my last trip will be through the sewer pipes of Hazen,  then every time they dig up the sewer on main street the whole town will say that god damn Quinn did it again.