Touched...

Whilst avoiding the tedious work ahead, I thought of something I forgot to mention about the funeral...

At the end of the service we were ushered from the back toward the altar, where the deceased lay in the (*gulp*) open casket. We would pay our respects and exit to the side. I made my way up the line, trying to decide whether or not I wanted to say goodbye to an embalmers restorative art. Then I got to Henry, the brother of the deceased. The look on his face when he saw me was one of the sweetest I'd ever seen. His large, blue, bloodshot eyes instantly filled with tears as he let out a little "oh" and opened his arms to give me a hug. Of course this made my heart plummet and my eyes run over with tears as I hugged him. He was genuinely touched that I was there and it made me feel all warm and fluffy in muh heart. Yea.

I did go up to the casket and say goodbye to Horace. He didn't look half bad, they'd done a nice job of presenting him in a relaxed state. I actually sidetracked and read a little about an embalmers job while in the middle of writing this. Wow...what a job. For only those special people out there. Yea. Thanks a lot, fellas. Really.

SO.

That's it. End of story. I'm 'on get over it now. Time to move on with life. Some of us were even talking about another camping trip at the house after the funeral. Maybe even to the river. I know it's cliche, but really...Horace would have wanted it that way. Get over it and keep grabbing life by the balls. Besides, it's still a beautiful, peaceful place. I do believe I've learned the lesson I was supposed to from all this. We'll be taking a rope and/or floating device with us on future trips to rivers known for their dangerous currents. Uh-huh. Yea.

Okay, seriously. Enough doodling on the internet. No, Ron honey. I DO work at work. I totally don't blog all day. Totally. I'm SO working, man. Working my ass off. Where's the fax machine? Gimme some WORK.

Bye.