The charming and lovely “Mrs. V” and I, (along with lots of other people we knew) traveled out of town on Sunday afternoon to support one of our friends whose father died last week.
It was almost an hours drive and Alicia didn’t want to be the first one there.
Your typical, small town funeral home.
That was not a problem as the “guest of honor” was a pretty well known guy with a couple of popular daughters so we stood in line for almost an hour to get inside. Please do not get me wrong, I am not complaining, just stating a fact.
It gave me food for thought to think about things we can do at our funeral home to make that wait a little easier.
First on the list….spray for gnats. I ingested a couple dozen of them.
A Simple, Village Undertaker 