Signs of Ageing

I just got back from Florida (where even the old can feel young) and I want to share a couple of things I saw when I was down there. First of all, I had a great trip even thought Kathy couldn't make it with me. I got to have some good quality time with the folks. One of the bonding adventures I had with my dad involved a visit to the VFW where he's a member. When we pulled in I noticed the sign out front and I had to take a picture

Back when I was a boy (hey, I can't help it. You pick up these kinds of things when you're in Florida), if you had cooties, it was a bad thing. Is this some sort of shorthand for "old coots"?  The Royal Order of the Cooties do fundraisers for worthy causes, though it sounds like they were doing something for people with lice.

It makes my mind reel to think what a Jam Session at the VFW involves, but I'm guessing it has something to do with jellies and preserves.

Finally, something I though I'd never see. While I was down in Vero Beach doing some thrift shopping, I swear I saw a sign that just said "Used Urns". I didn't get a picture, but just those two words sent my mind spinning. How used where they? (owned by a little old lady who just put her ashes in there on Sundays) I guess the thought of buying a used urn to me would be like buying a used coffin.

I guess it makes sense, though. What do you do with the urn once your loved ones ashes are spread to wherever they were meant to be spread?  Some people may not have the space or the imagination to re-purpose the once final resting place into something useful, like a pencil holder or an umbrella stand. As for me, I'm sentimental so if it were up to me, I'd hang on to the urn.