According to an AP article, Chet Fitch (not the random guy in the picture) is one awesome dude. Or he was, before he died in October at age 88. The old guy, known as a joker/prankster, decided to freak out some of his closest friends and family this Christmas by sending them Christmas cards from beyond the grave. This month, 34 cards were sent out, hand written by him with a return address of – you guessed it – “Heaven.”
The greeting read:
“I asked Big Guy if I could sneak back and send some cards. At first he said no; but at my insistence he finally said, ‘Oh well, what the heaven, go ahead but don’t terry there.’ Wish I could tell you about things here but words cannot explain.
“Better get back as Big Guy said he stretched a point to let me in the first time, so I had better not press my luck. I’ll probably be seeing you (some sooner than you think). Wishing you a very Merry Christmas. Chet Fitch”
Apparently, Fitch had been working on this prank for two decades with his barber, Patty Dean, who says he paid her whenever postage rates went up and continued to add to the mailing list as he saw fit. This fall, he told her: “You must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards. I think you’ll probably be able to mail them this year.” He proceeded to die a week later.
I think this puts to rest the debate of whether it’s good to know about your death ahead of time. This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard.