Thursday – Acting Up at Funerals

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about misbehaving at funerals, and how I no longer do it. It took me more years than most to outgrow the tendency, but I finally figured out that it's just plain wrong. I kind of owed Leslie an apology about her father's funeral when I was 20, but she died not knowing it was me that caused all the trouble. She blamed my cousin, Aly, instead.

(Aly, I'm sorry, but what I figured was this: it was better that she just be upset at you for giggling during her father's eulogy, rather than have her be mad at both of us. I've always believed that while confession is good for the soul, it's lousy for personal relationships. I own up to being a complete coward, though, if that makes you feel any kinder toward me.)

( Sitting at a funeral, searching for edibles in my underwear )