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Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer, But Rita Got Returned To Wal-Mart OMAHA, Nebraska (Reuters) - A Nebraska woman who received an ornate box for Christmas and returned it to Wal-Mart without looking inside discovered later it contained the ashes of her recently deceased sister, a newspaper reported on Friday.  Judy Money received the box as a gift from her brother who lives in Iowa.  But after unwrapping the package on Christmas Eve she saw the box had a broken knob and decided to return it to Wal-Mart without ever looking at the contents inside, the Omaha World-Herald reported.  When Money later confessed to her brother that she had returned his gift, he told her the box contained the ashes of their sister, who had died Dec. 11, the Herald said.  Marvin Tippery, Money's brother, told the Herald he was shocked when he found out she had returned the box.  "No, no, you didn't! Your sister was in there," the Herald quoted him as telling Money.  Money told the Herald she made a mad dash back to Wal-Mart, but the box had already been thrown out with the trash.  Money and her brother finally found the box on Thursday amid trash piles at an area landfill.  "My prayers have been answered," she told the Herald.  "Just the thought of having her in the dump was awful."


Will My Sister's Box Be Broken by Genie
(Tune:  Guess what??)

Chorus:
Will my sister's box be broken?
It went bump! into that hump.
Will we find her ashes waiting
In the dump, Lord, In the dump?

I was standing in the corner
By the tree on Christmas Eve
When I saw the handle broken
On that cheap little box my brother gave.

Well I took it back to Walmart,
Thought at least I'd get some cash.
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they said it'd gone out with the trash.

Then my brother said, "You idiot!
That was no ordinary box --
It held the ashes of our sister
Who succumbed to the chicken pox!"

Chorus:
Well my sister's box was broken
So I traded it for cash.
Never dreamed my sis was in there--
Her sweet ash, Lord, her sweet ash.

So I told that trash collector,
"Trash collector, please drive fast--
Got to search that crap you're haulin'
To retrieve our sister's ash!"

Well we scrambled through that garbage--
All that smelly junk and trash!
Were our tears from the stench or sorrow?
Couldn't find our sister's precious ash.

Chorus:
Well my sister's box was broken
And it went out with the trash.
Now my bro and I are searching
Through fair Omaha's refuse stash.

Brother sat on two dead possums
And I stepped in a turd or two
While we searched for her dear ash box--
Sister dear, look at all we've done for you!

One by one we sifted through them,
One by one, those piles of filth.
Will you be back on our mantel
Or spend eternity as tilth?

Chorus:
Well, dear sis, your box was broken
And it went out with the trash.
Now dear Marvin and I are searching
This disgusting refuse stash.

Little sister, is it worth it--
This revolting, tiresome chore
Just to find your f**king ashes??
You were always a little ... er ,,,bore!!

If the box that you now rest in
Has its handle broke, it's fair,
For your own was broken early;
You were always trashy--so there!

Chorus:
Well, dear sis, your box was broken,
So, we're searching through the trash.
Getting cut and bruised and smelly
Just to save your precious ash!

At last, we've found you, and all's forgiven,
Sis, we're overjoyed for sure!
Now we'll spread you in the garden
With the compost and manure.

Chorus:
Well my sister's box was broken
But the dump it has endured.
Now we'll spread her ashes gaily
With the compost and manure.

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