I recently got custody of my father's remains. This is a challenge for several reasons. First, the urn itself is two feet high, even though its contents would fit neatly in a half-gallon paint can. My stepmother felt that "a big man should have a big urn," and no one was in the mood to contradict her.
Did you know that only about one-third of stepfamily marriages last? The statistic begs the question: What is the deciding factor between the families that make it and those that do not?
I've learned that the fear that a girlfriend's parents won't like you can be squashed by being charming and giving a great first impression, basically pretending that you're a game-show host. Behind door number one is a nice, responsible young man who will pay for dinner, use "protection" and help you move... into a nursing home in five years.