life without father and mother

The mighty Heelers cooks up a brace of chops.
He munches them heartily.
"Curious," he muses aloud, "chop number one was delicious but chop number two was positively tepid."
The ghost of my father appears wearing the garb of Obi Wan Kenobi from Star Wars.
"Heat the plates Luke, I mean James," he intones spectrally.
I stare at the Jedi robes.
"Fancy dress party in heaven?" I enquire.
"That's my story," says the Dad disappearing.