I am truly not making fun of Mormons. Today. Certainly not when they are in the great beyond praying for the souls of all their relatives, including Gary.
During the kid's birthdays, the subject of Mormon underwear arose.
"Gary, what are you talking about?" his mother asked.
"Mormons, Mom, you know they wear special underwear."
"Oh, they do not."
"Yes, they do!" (Click here to imperil your eternal soul.)
"That's silly. You are making that up. I don't believe a word you say."
"No, Mom, I've seen pictures! On the Internet!"
"Well," Wilma said archly, "I don't believe everything I read on the Internet."
So, good for Wilma. She doesn't believe in Mormon underwear. Really, it's fitting since she doesn't believe in non-Mormon underwear. So sad to see her all jaded in her eighties, though.