post was describing. his mother was unapologetically a force. here is what he wrote. because she was my mother, the death of zaftig renee coren at the impossible old age of 84 is newsworthy to me and i treat it with the same respect and reverence she had for, well, nothing. a more disrespectful, trash-reading, talking and watching woman in north carolina, florida, or texas was not to be found. she played cards like a shark, bold and played cribbage like a pro, and laughed with the boys until the wee hours, long after the last pin dropped. she told me she came up with the name for sunoco. and i choose to believe this too. yes, renee lied a lot. she left me nothing but these lousy memories which i and my
if there is such a thing. well well, maybe the story is he stole some money from my mom s parents and that that s oh, jesus. hang on a second. he s not here to defend himself. here s what your mom was great at. dyeing her red roots, weekly manicures, dirty jokes, pier fishing, rolling joints and buying dirty magazines. she said she read them for the articles but filthy free speech was really renee s thing, hers was a baudy, rowdy life lived large, broke, and out loud. i should tell people on her 85th birthday next spring, you re having a nondenominational memorial service. what s that going to look like? i hope it s gonzo, weird, loud, colorful, filled with pepsi and carbs and krispy
mastectomies, two recessions, multiple bankruptsies, six kids, one cesarean, a few abortions in spring lake, north carolina, or an affair with larry king in the 60s. renee was preceded in death by her ex-boyfriend larry. what is the deal on larry king? listen, i m here to find out. we ve got time. this is your hour. let s get to the bottom of this. there are actually receipts in my family, which is a sprawling family, you know, five boys and a girl, and my mom ran around a lot in miami in the early 60s, late 50s and early 60s, and she ran around with, you know, with the bad boys, and guess what larry king was. he was kind of a, you know, a dirt bag. i think everybody knows his early days were not golden years. okay, in a good way.
buying dirty magazines. she said she read them for the articles but filthy free speech was really renee s thing, hers was a bawdy, rowdy life lived large, broke and loud. i should tell people on her 85th birthday next spring, you re having a nondenominational memorial service. what s that going to look like? i hope it s gonzo, weird, loud, colorful, filled with pepsi and carbs and krispy kremes and we have a real celebration of what i ve been calling the queen of the dirt bags because that s what my brothers and i kind of jokingly refer to each other as. but we have a lively memorial for a lively woman. it s the least we can do. in a place she truly loved, which was the indy lanes in fayetteville. to go back where i started,
a stunning headline in the new york post caught my eye over the weekend. quote, son s brutal obit of his plus sized redneck mother goes viral. the idea that a son would trash his dead mom and go viral for it, you can imagine why i found that distressing. then i took time to read the actual obituary in the fayetteville observer. it was nothing like what the post suggested. here was an obituary who paid tribute to a woman who was a force, flaws and all. here is what he wrote. because she was my mother, the death of zaftig renee coren at the impossible old age of 84 is newsworthy to me and i treat it with the same respect and reverence she had for, well, nothing. a more disrespectful, trash-reading, talking and watching woman in north carolina, florida, or texas was