I live on a dead end street. At the end of the dead end street. Which dead ends at the dead. Um the cemetery. Hi JB I bet you waana EditTheCrapOuttaThis. My grammar gives you hives.
Dead people want to party too…
Miriam Banks was the life of the party—even at her funeral. When she passed away in June, her daughters honored her memory by recreating a party scene familiar to friends and loved ones. Instead of a coffin, the deceased sat at a table with a cigarette in her hand and her favorite beer and whiskey in front of her. The service also included R&B music and spinning disco balls.
Why be sad at a funeral when you can be terrified? Even if you ban black clothing and encourage a celebratory mood, funerals still tend to be sad. Some families in Europe call for reinforcements in the form of professional funeral clowns. The jokesters offer a menu of tricks—from squirting flowers to balloon animals—to respectfully lighten the mood. One Dutch clown can even be hired to break wind during particularly solemn or tedious parts of the memorial. Sounds fun … unless you’re scared to death of clowns.