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f you would like Margaret and Sloan to come to your area, please let us know by emailing Jillian@diningwiththeddead.com. Tell us where you are and with whom you would like to "Dine". We will be in contact with you very shortly.

In the meantime, take a peek at the menu: hors d'oeuvres before dinner--complete with a hello from Aunt Meem, perfumed tissues and Sen Sens tucked neatly in her purse. Next is a before-dinner salad with some olive martinis (the other side told us to call it that and make it chock full of olives---they said you'd know exactly what that meant). Joining us tonight for drinks is your cousin's neighbor from Michigan who stopped in to tell you about a new business venture your brother-in-law is about to initiate, and the potential for that business impacting your own life. After dinner you can pass the information on to your sister. Oh, and tell her Uncle Abe says "hi" with a pinch and a wink.

And the main course is here: full of fun with a dash of surprise, a teaspoon of the sentimental and a pinch of the emotional. A small kiss on the cheek and a big, belated apology from your late husband--it only took 8 years after his death. It's nice to know you weren't crazy, you were right! Hubby had a mistress down the street, that busty brunette with the little white poodle, just as you suspected. What Sam didn't know was that you hired a private eye to follow him all over town so you could file for divorce. Just before you filed, philandering hubby had a fatal heart attack. The poodle followed soon after, interestingly enough.

Dessert is sweet in many ways. How about a question for Albert Einstein, followed by a conversation with Erle Stanley Gardner? A tete a tete with Ralph Waldo Emerson? Cheers and a creme de menthe while chatting to a Titanic victim, who insists she survived? (This poor drenched girl doesn't realize she's dead.)

Dining with the Dead will change the way you live your life, and question the way you view the very nature of reality. Join us, wont you?