She picked a dress that was bubblegum pink, covered in lace, bedecked with bows, and an abundance of net petticoats. (Quite similar to the one pictured) When she tried it on, I was about to open my mouth to make a comment that it would be perfect for a 14 year old going to a junior high dance... But I quickly shut my mouth as she twirled around, swishing all the petticoats and said it would be just perfect as everyone would notice her as she danced... She bought the dress and soon she and the widower were an item and off on a cruise.
I recently asked my sister if she had picked anything for mother to be buried in. She said some time ago mother herself had given her a garment bag with the dress she wanted to be buried in. My sister couldn't ever remember seeing it and didn't think it appropriate. She wanted my opinion but when she unzipped the bag and pink petticoats billowed out I had to laugh. I told her the story behind the dress and she agreed it would be perfect. Now forever when I think of my mother I will have a vision of her twirling through her afterlife swishing her petticoats.