funeral moment
I am about to return home from my grandmother's funeral in Cleveland. She lived a full and wonderful life until she passed away this weekend at 95. I never knew her side of the family very well because of my parents' divorce, and I regret not building our relationship like I should have. It was good to see her side of the family. I wasn't raised Jewish, and she was a faithful Reformed Jew, so it was interesting to get a taste of her faith. This was a little odd, though -
Most of the pallbearers were ushers at her temple, with the exception of myself and two of her nephews. She had given money to a fund to pay for ushers' dinners. So as we raised the coffin and carried it to the hearse, the ushers discuss a potential problem.
Usher 1: Do we invite the son to the dinners?
Usher 2 (a bit of worry in his voice): I don't know. It is an USHERS' dinner.
Usher 3: But if she was invited, then should not also the son go?
Usher 2 (sigh): We will need to talk to the president.
Clunk. Giant brassy coffin placed in hearse.
Most of the pallbearers were ushers at her temple, with the exception of myself and two of her nephews. She had given money to a fund to pay for ushers' dinners. So as we raised the coffin and carried it to the hearse, the ushers discuss a potential problem.
Usher 1: Do we invite the son to the dinners?
Usher 2 (a bit of worry in his voice): I don't know. It is an USHERS' dinner.
Usher 3: But if she was invited, then should not also the son go?
Usher 2 (sigh): We will need to talk to the president.
Clunk. Giant brassy coffin placed in hearse.