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A Funeral to Remember Posted Picture: Frank and I one Halloween (way back when.) My significant other (may he rest in peace)and I attended a funeral one day, for an old drinking buddy of his. We filed into the solemn funeral chapel, signed the guestbook and found us a seat at the end of a pew about half way to the front of the chapel where the coffin traditionally displays the departed. Soon, as people continued filing in, we ended up sitting in the middle of the pew...impressed that so many people were arriving. We had come a bit early, and it was a few minutes before we got adjusted to our surroundings enough to really take a look around us. Frank gently poked his elbow into my ribs and whispered "I don't see anyone I know." Well I hadn't seen anyone I know either, but then I wasn't expecting to know a lot of people there anyway. I suggested to him that maybe the ones we know were somewhere at the front of the chapel near the coffin. He was developing a bit of a worried look on his face...and then I think it struck both of us at the same time that it was a possibility that we might be at the wrong funeral. He hissed into my ear(a bit frantically as I recall) that he was going to go to the back and talk to one of the ushers and that I should be on the alert, because if he gives me a little wave, it means we are at the wrong funeral and I should make my way as inconspicuously as possible to the back of the chapel, and out of the building. One has to know me well to understand how my sense of humour works and how it has, countless times in my life, gotten me into hot water. Once it reaches a certain point, there seems to be little or no controlling it. Well...I will tell you now that it was beginning to bubble and froth to that point as I watched Frank make his way past all those other people in our pew. I was desperate. "Oh God, please don't let me laugh out loud. Oh God, please don't let me laugh out loud, Oh God, please don't let me laugh out loud"....I prayed. God seemed to hear me because I suddenly clamped my hands over my mouth and nose, lowered my eyes and I knew the muffled sounds I was making and the heaving of my shoulders looked like I was crying. After what seemed like eons, I glanced behind me to the back of the chapel...and yes...there was Frank with this dark look on his face and his hand in the air. The heaving of my shoulders and the muffled cries under my hands increased. Up I got, pushing past the pew people, who were all staring up at me with sympathy...for my uncrollable grief. I felt guilty...as I clambored past them, hands over mouth, shoulders heaving, purse smacking people's shouders. I walked fast. To the back of the chapel, past Frank, out the door, onto the street, where I broke into a run. About a hundred yards or so away from the chapel, I finally allowed myself to stop, bend over and loudly guffaw!! I had to let it out before it burst within me. When Frank caught up to me, he was smirking but his eyes were howling (he was like that). He said "I think I got my funeral homes mixed up." We went to the funeral home a few blocks away. We entered a wee bit late but immediately saw people we knew and poured ourselves into one of the back pews. I was still having trouble controlling myself, but tried very hard not to think about anything. The funeral seemed to last forever...but finally we were in the car and on our way when we both thought of the guestbook we signed at the first funeral. LOL LOL LOL....well.....we howled about the whole experience all the way home and felt sorry for the family who would check over their guestbook and wonder who the hell we were...and the people in our pew wondering who the very distraught lady was that had to leave the funeral. I could write a book on embarrasing moments in my life. I'll bet a lot of us could.  Ciao for now....and hugs. PrairieSky |
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PS, my late husband was a funeral goer, he even sent me to funerals of people I had never even met. I doubt he would have cared if he didn't know the deceased.
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drats...I don't know why that picture wouldn't post! Oh well.
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PS, ROFL, been there done that but do NOT wish to talk about it. Love you, hugs and a kiss on the cheek. . The beginning of life, conception..
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