[cajungirl]

Oh my, I thought we had laid Hildy's well wiped you-know-what to rest.

Can we all agree that you-know-whats are not to be mentioned anymore? And wiping them?

[shhrubbery!]

I didn't know that, um, phrase had been laid to rest. Sorry if it offends you.

But you know, I think Hildy's obsession with it is an unwitting admission on her part.

Years ago I read a psychiatrist's treatise on the topic of an obsessive, childish fear of death. The obsession seemed to be tied up with with a sort of fetish about ... well, excretory products, shall we say. (I don't know how to be more delicate than that.)

Most of us grow up and get over this childish fixation. Some obviously don't, to the point where they'd "rather die" than ... you know the rest.