Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Let me assure you,

that on the list of places where one doesn't like to be startled, such as-

-the ATM machine
-the highway
-reaching under the bed to retrieve a book or similar

that the FUNERAL HOME RANKS RIGHT FUCKING UP THERE.

I was delivering flowers for a funeral visitation today, and assumed I was alone in the building. Other than the deceased, that is. I was fussing with an arrangement, and one of the funeral home directors walked up behind me and said, "I thought you had everything here already."

To paraphrase Cousin Eddie in 'National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation,' I nearly pissed my pants and forgot my name.

2 comments:

Eeleen Lee said...

Great blog. I loved your funeral home story. It reminds me of when I went to Lancaster and saw a bakery located next to a funeral hom- talk about baaad publicity...

CyFlorist said...

Thanks!

The local funeral home is named after its owners, one of whom has the last name "Honts." Used to be owned by a family with the last name "Fry."

I am not making this up.