Friday, October 21, 2005

Funeral Anyone?

I grew up in funeral homes. My granfather had 12 borthers and sisters and there was always somebody that was being buried from here or there. The thing is - no two funeral parlors are the same.....they may be now but not then. Some had rooms for smoking in the back and they would have enough room to play around a little and sometimes they would have free coffee for the adults and free hot chocolate for others. Some even had candy and soda machines....these were the best. As a kid i remember a phone call would come in and who would hear your parent saying a lot of comforting things and then the name of a funeral home. I would either be happy or depressed about the name of the place - knowing one may or may not have the kid essentials. Never mind someone that was related to us died, but we aren't getting to go to the funeral home with the nice snack machine? Yikes

1 Comments:

At 10:35 AM, February 07, 2006, Blogger DramaQueen said...

My husband's dad was a funeral director. He loves to tell the story of how my husband came into the embalming room while my father-in-law was embalming a corpse. Covered in blood and body fluids, My husband asked him nonchalantly "May I have a bowl of ice cream?"

What a weirdo.

 

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