"You like me, you really like me."
So, I blew into town like a tornado last Tuesday. I picked up my mother's car from her coworker, went to her house, and promptly set off her security alarm. I ended up waiting for my uncle to show up (yes, THAT uncle) and check out the house. Since I had come in via the garage door opener and closed the garage door after me, he found all the doors secure, OKed things with the security company, and left without ever realizing I was in the house.
I headed back out a few hours later to pick up my friend cosmichomicide. She went to the funeral home with me the next morning, where she was introduced to all and sundry as the comic relief.
When the question came up of where to have the service, I chose to have it in the church instead of the funeral home's chapel. I told Cosmic later that things had been rather close in that chapel during my dad's funeral, and I expected a larger turn-out for my mother. Mom would have protested that I was being ridiculous. She would have been wrong.
We came close to running out of space for the sign-in book; there were about eight blanks left. I almost stumbled when I re-entered the church sanctuary after the casket closing and saw the crowd. There is no way that many people could have fit into Eastland Chapel. Two full pews of Pink Ladies were front and center of an estimated 200-250 people, about fifty of whom followed us to the interment.
More on the service itself later, and on the parts that went badly, later.
I headed back out a few hours later to pick up my friend cosmichomicide. She went to the funeral home with me the next morning, where she was introduced to all and sundry as the comic relief.
When the question came up of where to have the service, I chose to have it in the church instead of the funeral home's chapel. I told Cosmic later that things had been rather close in that chapel during my dad's funeral, and I expected a larger turn-out for my mother. Mom would have protested that I was being ridiculous. She would have been wrong.
We came close to running out of space for the sign-in book; there were about eight blanks left. I almost stumbled when I re-entered the church sanctuary after the casket closing and saw the crowd. There is no way that many people could have fit into Eastland Chapel. Two full pews of Pink Ladies were front and center of an estimated 200-250 people, about fifty of whom followed us to the interment.
More on the service itself later, and on the parts that went badly, later.