Then, I added my two-cents' worth. "I guess it should be no problem with God! All He has to do is type our DNA into His computer and click on 'Make Clone.' Bingo! There we are!"
Annie was still on a roll. "Now, this idea of what will happen to Evelyn's ashes, please let me grab this and run. Humor me, OK?
"The scene is heaven on Resurrection Day. Several of the saints are helping the angels gather the children home. Gabriel comes running up to St. Peter, shouting, 'I can't find Evelyn's left leg and right elbow!'
"St. Peter tries to calm Gabriel. 'Don't get excited. I have a memo here from Evelyn herself. She says, "When my time comes, most of me will be at the pet cemetery, but a little of me will be with my loving great-niece Erin."' Relieved, Gabriel went off to collect the rest of Evelyn.
"St. Peter sighs loudly as he turns to St. Paul. Shaking his head, he says, 'The next problem will be finding all of Annie.' Peter sighs again. 'She has never been well organized. You remember how it was with her at tax time? She never could find everything she needed to take to the tax man. Each year she would drop off a shoebox full of stuff that did not help, and he would have to tell her what he really needed, then wait until she went on a grand search? So, who knows where Annie has gotten all of herself tucked away.'"
There was a moment of silence. Then Erin opined on Annie's and my theological discussion:
"I'm surely glad that God didn't put you two in charge of the Resurrection!"
Smith is a writer who lives at Edgewood Summit.