The best parking spots are reserved.
Funeral directors dress like bankers ... which makes sense I suppose because they're depositing the body.
You have to sit in a room with a dead person and that's pretty uncomfortable.
Ministers typically say the same thing at every funeral only changing the names.
Let's be honest ... nobody likes funerals ... especially if it's yours.
Or someone you dearly love.
I've conducted lots of funeral services in my role as a "Semi-Professional" Christian and they all have one thing in common ... they suck!
The few good ones celebrate a life well lived while the bad ones are sad reminders of never really getting what life could have been.
There are far more bad funerals than good ones.
"Micheal," Betty Barns says, "Ben and I have decided that when it's our turn ... we want you to do our funerals."
"Absolutely not," I fire.
They look at each other.
"Look," I explain leaning forward, "I'd be terrible because I'll get all emotional and cry which is embarrassing in a room full of people ... believe me! ... I've done it and I don't want to do it again ... so get your own Preacher to do your funeral."
Ben erupts in laughter.
Betty is not happy.
That was years ago and in that time our lives slowly became less entwined ... visits rarer ... phone conversations diminish ... our worlds change ... moving on without each other ... as lives do.
In the end, we're all gifts to each other ... just like the toys we cherished getting at Christmas didn't last ... we don't either.
It's best to enjoy them while you got them.
You know what I mean?
