May I Introduce Myself?

As you must surely realize, this blog could and probably will ruffle some feathers. Therefore, I have chosen to write it under the pen name Virginia Lee. And in my case the name belongs to someone very dear to me who has been deceased almost two years and meant the world to me (she would have been honored). For instance, Samuel Clemens, who was born way before his time in my opinion, liked to spout off whatever he chose going by the name of good ol' Mark Twain. Witty little man. And in the end it didn't matter because everyone knew who he was anyhow and he, Mark Twain, has a National Forest named after him that shouts of his exuberance and people still quote his words of wisdom to this day. What more could a writer want?

Additionally, how about Stephen King who used the pen name Richard Bachman just to see if he could actually write a novel people would read without the name Stephen King attached to it. He was successful because he's just that good, think, The Running Man, Thinner, and several others.

In this case, I will be telling stories that actually happened to me while working in the funeral service. In the case of my funeral home adventures, my rendition of these stories are heartrending, sad, funny, quirky, and sometimes downright gross. Death is not pretty, but sometimes equally, neither is life. And when a family loses a loved one it can bring out the best and worst in people. It also brings out the best and worst in preachers, in friends, in ex-wives and ex-husbands (lordy) and sometimes in an entire community pending on the community standing of the deceased. I had worked in the funeral business just shy of a decade when I decided enough was enough. I have seen my share of death, have experienced enough of it to last three life times. Being a writer, it's time to get all this stuff out of my head and share it with the world. If you hate this sort of thing just don't read it.