Please excuse me for being non-politically correct here but these words actually did not come out of my mouth...they came out of Undertakers, no surprise there...I had not been to work in about a week because there was nothing happening which was okay with me because the previous week we had a death that had been a huge media event and I was tired emotionally. So...when he called me the other day to ask me to help on this funeral I was ready to go back to work, and as always I ask, "So who died?"
His reply, "The town retard."
Well, judging by the amount of people that attended this funeral the "town retard" was a pleasant person and despite being hit by a bus, a car, a motorcycle, falling down stairs, walking around town weaving in and out of traffic, and living from one state assistant check to the next while gambling at the casino (and actually winning ten thousand dollars once) in the end cancer got him. Which I thought kind of sucked. Drats!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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