|Rest in Peace|
The coffin of Great Aunt Tilly lay in state in the funeral home, surrounded by family, who mourned her passing. Whispering between themselves, their depth of sorrow was on display.
She was quite the grand personality…Well, she was one stingy b…When Tilly entered the room, who could ignore her?…she was evil, downright ev…she was the best mother…
No one could say with certainty when the door creaked open and a slow dense fog rolled in along the floor. No one could describe how the temperature fluctuated between cold and colder.
Screaming, all stampeded from the funeral home to their cars and roared away.
Andrew Jones, the undertaker, and his son Richard were speechless at first. Then Richard cleared his throat, “Well, you don’t see that every day.”