Email to:Real Life Funeral Fiasco Stuns Mourners!
Who observed?
‘Real life beats satire.’
Dunno but he sure was one hell of a guy………
Story from the last couple of days.
It is a story deserving of great respect…
A story to be told without embellishment.
Here goes:
Old journalist mate rings to inform that colleague ‘from the past’ has died.
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Gives funeral time, date and place.
Am unable to attend but receive further call from old journalist mate on funeral day.
The news?
Old journalist mate [1] and one of his old journalist mates [2] turn up for the funeral.
I should mention that mourner [2's] car is a secondhand hearse purchased in the interests of colossal boot capacity and leisure motoring.
Our two mourners are in the church.
Eulogies start.
A woman remembers ***** **** as a passionate cook, bon vivant and regular traveller to the Bulgarian alps.
Our mourners exchange glances……
Feeling emotions so sadly common in such situations……..
Why didn’t I take the time to get to know ***** better?
Why didn’t I ask ***** what he did in his spare time?
I didn’t know this man at all!
It is when the poignant overheads of ***** cooking what appears to be swordfish and truffle souffles for 25 guests at his beachside apartment that things become clear.
One of our mourners to the other:
It’s not him. He’s not dead!
Our mourners quickly and quietly leave the church.
So, what happened?
The wife of one of our mourners read a death notice.
The name, the age and the suburb fitted the profile of a journalist who our loyal mourners had worked with some time ago.
The take home message for all readers:
Yes, journalists sometimes get it wrong……….
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So, there you have it……..
Life – and death – can both be perplexing………
Do you have any stories that demonstrate that yes, real life is better than satire?
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