My beloved gay sidekick is back in Chicago for his Aunt Kandy's funeral. Andy's family is like a Lifetime Afternoon Movie, filled with constant tragedy and scandal. Andy's been to so many funerals and suffered through so much drama, it's no wonder he's chosen to live 2000 miles away.
Andy's family is dramatically different from my own, and far more fabulous. The first photo I ever saw of his mom, Rhonda Kay, she was standing in some yard wearing a Marlboro beach towel with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. His younger brother practiced Satan worship for awhile, and his older brother lives with his Filipino wife and her parents, yet has been having an internet affair with some lady in Boston for like, 5 years. I friggin' love the Jolley's.
Aunt Kandy, who was 42 and the mother to 3 kids, the youngest being 4 years old, died unexpectedly of a massive brain aneurysm last week. Touched by dramatic tragedy, including the recent unsolved murder of his 20 year old cousin, Andy and family have a wonderful way of finding humor in every situation, no matter how horrible.
As Kandy was being taken to the hospital, the doctors and nurses were asking her questions to keep her awake and see how cognizant she was.
When finally asked who the president was, Aunt Kandy roused herself and matter of factly responded from her deathbed, "That fucker, Bush."
Rest in Peace, Aunt Kandy. I never got to meet you, but obviously, I think we coulda partied.