Wardrobe malfunction
My father dropped dead extremely suddenly, just three days after the grand opening celebration he'd held after finally going into business for himself, leaving my mother enormously indebted and my school-age sisters and I berift.

As you can well imagine, in the midst of this dire tragedy, there was very, very little humor.

Until.

Until the day of the wake. Several of the family, including my sister's boyfriend, Paul, are in the car driving to the wake. As Paul exits the car, he suddenly looks startled and uncomfortable, and quickly grasps my sister's arm and stammers something into her ear, at which point she immediately bursts out laughing.

He'd managed to COMPLETELY split the seat of his suit trousers exiting the car.

An embarrassed crablike shuffle to the gent's room and a few scrounged safetypins later, he emerged looking chagrined.

Spent the rest of the wake trying to keep his back to a wall.

Also: My father had stated, often and vociferously, that when he died he wanted to be cremated and placed in Tupperware, as urns are a waste of money.

So. We did. Each of us is getting small plastic Tupperware container of dear old da'.
(herbivorous, Thu 18 May 2006, 4:07, Reply)