I wrote about the man that asked the preacher to tell me to mow his grass. Well the jerk has been at it again. Earlier in the week I told him I didn't do funerals. I've been to several and have been a pall bearer in two: my grandmothers and Mrs. Tickles. The only other funeral I've been to was my fathers. I have been to the funeral home several more times for "the viewing" or the reception or the wake or whatever one wishes to call it. I'll sign the register, shake the hands of the family but I don't view the body.
Well it seems that this man again called the preacher to tell him to have be video tape the funeral of his brother. Being an unhappy camper is an understatement of how I'm really feeling.
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