The Minnie Van
So this isn't a confession as much as it is an observation of something that was so hysterical that it should have been on episode of "Curb Your Enthusiasm." I was attending a funeral - okay - that's not the funny part - of my husband's grandmother (she wasn't technically his grandma but that's a whole other story). Anyway, his half brother, who made the funeral arrangements is a pretty frugal guy. He keeps his eye on the bottom line and makes sure that he doesn't spend a penny over any asking price. And so, Minnie's funeral was a no frills affair. As we prepared to drive to the cemetary plot, I was a bit confused when I didn't see a hearse in front of us. Just the undertaker driving a minivan. Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. The grave diggers came over to the van, opened the trunk and Voila! Minnie's casket was inside. Get it? Minnie's final ride was in a minivan!!! His brother didn't want to spring for a hearse so Minnie was transported to the cemetary in a Dodge Caravan. When I pinched my husband to share that observation, he almost keeled over laughing. Sure it may sound like I was poking fun at a sad time, but if you knew Minnie, who lived to the ripe old age of 95, she had the most sarcastic sense of humor and probably would have made that joke up before I caught the punchline! Rest in peace Minnie. Your final ride and your humor will never be forgotten!
Posted in: Blog, Role Mommy Confessions on 06/06/2006