Mr. Foo and the dead.

Did I ever tell you that you should never be afraid of a dead body? A lot of people are scared of them, but seriously....I have never seen one move, sit up, breath, or even twitch. I am telling you when you are dead you are dead. Now I have seen bodies that should for all appearances seem rather scary looking, but they aren't really frightening to me anymore: car accident victims, murders, people who have been eaten up with cancer and are nothing but skin and bones and just plain old age.

But the funniest thing in the world to me is an Asian person around a dead body. They will tolerate being in the same room, will stay a few feet back from the casket, be very quiet, and will totally freak out if you even mention shutting the door in the visitation room to give them some privacy. I think they must believe the spirit hovers around the body for a few days or something because they are as nervous as hell. I should really read up on their cultural belief to address this mystery. And I did learn this lesson the hard way one day when I tried to quietly pull the door shut.

"I will give you a few moments alone, Mr. Foo."

Mr. Foo whirls around dramatically, eyes as big as the full moon outside, "You no shut door, you NO SHUT DOOR."

Whoa there little man....simmer down. It's all cool. I put my hands up and said..."You want this open," pointing to the door.

"Yes, yes, yes," I could see the sweat on his upper lip. "I not be here long. You keep door open. I leave soon."

"Yessireeee."

Weird.

Anyway....just so you know, when you are dead....I promise...you are dead.

I think...