I buried my father today. The funeral was terrific - if you can say that. I said my final good-bye while seeing his body. I wept over the open casket. It was very, very good.
Although there were many tears, there was also much laughter. My dad wanted there tyo be laughter at his funeral. He also wanted rock music played - none of that organ crap or hymns. So, rather then Fanny J. Crosby, there was Steppenwolf, Rolling Stones, and Three Dog Night. He was rolled out to the coach to "Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog." I'll make the "soundtrack" list available to you soon.
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