A monologue of fire and sadness, in turns hilarious and haunting. Well worth your read and worth asking yourself the questions posed here. How do we want to be remembered - with all our edges sanded to oblivion or faithfully?

I had the great fortune of hearing this piece at a Monday Night Critique Session through Working Title Playwrights and all I can say is oh. My. God. There is such power in this monologue and Benjamin Carr's dialogue is simultaneously a gut punch and a feather boa on your skin. Read this monologue. Embrace it. Then produce it. It's a powerful piece tackling family, drug abuse, owning who you are, how we choose to remember the dead, and the way the dead ought to be remembered.

This play will make you re-think family. At a funeral, mourners tend to remember the deceased how they prefer to remember them, and Joe is here to set the record straight about Miss Puppy Mills. You'll find him brash but sincere and I began to mourn for Miss Puppy Mills myself by the end. I loved how in ten minutes, Benjamin Carr addressed so many issues, and did it with endearing style. I have thought about Joe frequently since I read this play, and have to remind myself he's a fictional character. That's great writing.