Back 20 odd years ago I bought my first pair of waders, some of the rubber on canvas variety not wanting to spend a bunch of money on the wading, floating tubing thing until I knew I was going to like it. Sunday was wearing the last remaining bits of those waders, the boots as I worked to take down our the props from church's Christmas program that was rained out. I have a float tube cover repaired with the remains of my second pair of waders. I told my family, when the time comes, to bury me in my waders, but my daughter told me she was not going to do that. I told her okay, I would get new ones when I get there, but to put a fly in my hand, which she agreed to do.