26 December 2007

Christmas Cards...From The Grave! AGGHHHHHH!

Chet Fitch was from Oregon. Ashland, to be exact. Ashland sits in the foothills of the Siskiyou and Cascade Mountains about 15 miles north of the California border on Interstate 5.

Chet Fitch died this October at the age of 88.

So as you can imagine Chet's friends and family freaked the fuck out when christmas cards began arriving written in his hand with a return address of “Heaven.”

The cards said:

I asked god if I could sneak back and send some cards. At first he said no; but at my insistence he finally said, 'OK'. Wish I could tell you about things here but words cannot explain. Anyway, I'll probably be seeing you all soon - some sooner than you think. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas, Chet Fitch
Unfortunately, that's where the story goes from creepy to silly, but it ends eerie.

The christmas card mailing was a joke Chet Fitch worked on for two decades with his barber, and his close friend, Patty Dean.

Patty told the Ashland Daily Tidings this week that Chet kept updating the mailing list and giving her extra money when postal rates went up.

However, this fall, she said, Chet Fitch looked up to her from the barber chair one day and remarked:

“Patty, you must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards. I think you'll probably be able to mail them this year.”

Chet Fitch died a week later.

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