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J. Ploober 
Ah, I’m guessing my mom thinks of accident as more like, fainting or having a heart attack, which she was warned against when she had very high blood pressure (the meds took care of that, thank goodness). So for her, an accident didn’t have to be gory — and apparently, that calls for nice underwear. 😛
This reminds me of my mom. She taught me to always wear my best undergarments whenever I go outside so that I can be prepared in case I get into an accident of some sort and have to be rushed down to the hospital. -_-
My thought is… Even if you start off with clean underwear, chances are they won’t be after the accident. Still, it’s the thought that counts.
Haha, this one is great!