In light of my lolo’s passing during this quarantine, us 30+ family members have to come together to pray novenas via Zoom call. Which my dad has taken as a sign that... you can never take the dad joke out of a dad.

Exhibit A: my father tells everyone that the crematorium had to use temporary urns and therefore lolo is in a lata of Ensure.

Exhibit B: my father then proceeds to use the very last bits of one of lolo’s oxygen tank “kasi sayang daw eh and it’s good for the skin.”

We’re donating the other full tanks.

And my dad. Chz.