Mom could produce a story about almost any situation. When teaching me to play catch she said one day with practice i would be able to "throw a shoe and hit a mouse in the corner on the other side of the room". While joking around with Dad's brother John one day she thrw a pebble and it knocked out the crystal in his watch.
Mom was also very superstitious and would like to have this happen "Rain and thunder during a funeral is not only okay—it's actually great news. According to Victorian superstitions, this means that the deceased is on his or her way to heaven."
