Memories of ImaigNiff

We have a board game called ImagiNiff (imagine if). You write the names of people everyone at the table knows on a board. You roll a die to select which name comes up and draw a card that asks a silly hypothetical, like "Imagine if ______ were a book. Which book would he/she be?" or "Imagine if ____ received a prestigious prize. Which one would he/she win?" There are 6 options. Everyone votes for the one they think the most other people will vote for and score points accordingly.

We've learned we can't play this game with our kids. I tested JT on one yesterday and asked who he would have over for dinner: Mother Teresa, Mohammad Ali, Groucho Marx, or several others. He could identify Mother Teresa, but none of the others. It's a game designed for our generation and our common knowledge, and just doesn't work for the family. Since there are other games we prefer playing with company these days, we're finally letting this one go.

But once upon a time in Ithaca, we would play this with friends. I delightedly remember one game in particular when we all decided to put the names of a senior missionary couple in our church on the board. He was known for being a golf fanatic. If you could come up with a way to further God's work through golf, he was your man!

So one of us drew the card: Imagine if [his wife] had to select a way of dying. Which would she choose?

1. Peacefully in sleep
2. Hit by a golf ball
3. Fighting in war
4. Murdered by a jealous lover
5. TV falls into bubble bath
6. Overeating

And we laughed uproariously, because of course she'd want to go by being hit by a golf ball. It would ensure that her husband was with her when she goes!

As we were getting rid of the game, I found that particular card and needed to write down the happy memory.