The Right Thing...at the Right Time?
I did a funeral a few years ago for a real practical joker. His family loved him dearly and his son had “picked-up the mantel” of pranks and teases. So, it was only fitting that when Dad died, his son attached a whoopee cushion noisemaker to the bottom of the casket. The machine was operated by remote control so that he could “let it rip” from anywhere in the room.
People would somberly walk up to the casket, peer in, and as they were contemplating Dad’s mortality as well as their own, “Rrrrrrrrrttttttt!”
Reactions differed. Some gave an embarrassed poke to their spouse next to them. Others stood in shock with their jaws on the floor wondering how it was biologically possible for a dead person to pass gas. Some just laughed and searched the room to find the guilty party giggling hysterically in the corner with his remote control in hand.
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