Is This from Oregon? No, It's from Heaven

For some time now, a Web site has allowed its employees to say a last goodbye to coworkers with a personal sendoff. We wonder if we were on our way out what wisdom we would leave to our fellow woman and man. Probably something about how to stop the leak in the company restroom.

One Oregon man though has decided that he wouldn't let death stand in his way of delivering his Christmas cards.

Even in death, Chet Fitch is a card. Fitch, known for his sense of humor, died in October at age 88 but gave his friends and family a start recently: Christmas cards, 34 of them, began arriving — written in his hand with a return address of "Heaven."

A friend for nearly 25 years, Debbie Hansen Bernard said, "All I could think was, 'You little stinker.'"

"It was amazing," she said. "Just so Chet, always wanting to get the last laugh."

The mailing was a joke Fitch worked on for two decades with his barber, Patty Dean, 57. "You must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards," Fitch told her. "I think you'll probably be able to mail them this year." He died a week later.

Neither Rain nor snow nor sleet nor death, some mail belongs beside the Christmas wreath.

[TheAge.com]
[Yahoo News!]