Dying business
She’d become frail. Not much to her these days. So the beautiful wicker casket looked quite small as it sat on the simple bier in the pretty church.
Five staff from the funeral directors were in attendance. I thought that funerals must be a great business. A distress-purchase, recession-proof model with no shortage of customers. So why is it that all the pall-bearers seem to be so old? Why aren’t young entrepreneurs in place?
The four old men carrying the casket wobbled wildly as they struggled to heave it onto their shoulders.
I wonder which one’s next?
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher over 5 years ago
I hope Mrs. H and all of you are holding up well during this difficult time.
I've already put it in writing that I don't want a funeral. It's too taxing on the people who love you. I told them to cook me as soon as possible and then take me home and have some sort of gathering there if they choose. Just don't knock the urn over and have to vacuum me up!
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Although I do realize that some people need a funeral for closure, I know my immediate family isn't like that. We all hate going to funerals. I'd rather remember someone for what they were.
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Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Thanks Drew. Full steam ahead round here now.
