A few things from my dad's funeral.
My dad passed away on a Tuesday afternoon. It was not a sudden thing, so many of the family were able to come say "good bye" and make arrangements to come to one of the services. (We had three actually, which is weird, I know)
After a day of getting stuff set up at the funeral home, the family was sitting around trying to figure out hymns that Dad would have liked sung. We were looking for 3 and had picked 2 at that point. After several minutes of blank stares, my aunt (Mom's sister) and I had the same song cross our minds. And without thinking that my paternal grandparents were in the room, we both started singing "dead skunk in the middle of the road" and then giggled uncontrollably.
*Note, my dad sang this quite often durning the summer while driving *
The next day, I went with my aunt (same one) to go visit her son who lives in the same BigCity as my mom, but not near her. Cousin is my age and worked as a tech for a large retail store. Aunty was paying for some glasses for Cousin and took us out to lunch. As we were sitting there with our food, Aunty says something to Cousin about coming to my mom's for supper that week because she knew he wouldn't be able to take time off for the services. She rambled a bit and Cousin looked blankly at her. "What are you talking about?" It dawned on us that with all the phone calls the two days before, she had forgotten to call him. Aunty then exclaimed quite loudly, "Oh, that's right. We didn't tell you that Uncle Zing died." And then we started laughing like fools.
The table nearest to us was really weirded out.
We had to wait to bury my dad's ashes because he died in early January and we wanted to wait for the ground to thaw. (Cheaper rate from cemetary apparently.) Mom moved into an apartment about 3-4 months after Dad passed. While Mom was moving some books into her apartment, the front door kept slamming shut. *two points here. She was keeping the ashes box in a large pink Mary Kay bag.
And she kept the bag under a bench in the front foyer. (oh of course she did) *
She was getting frustrated and saw the bag that held the box Dad's ashes were in. And she said that all she heard in her head was Dad saying "I don't care what the job is, as long as I am useful."
So instead of the old show called "My Mother the Car", it was a case of "My Dad, the Doorstop"
The whole thing was hilarious to me. And we never told my grandmother about either the pink bag nor the doorstop. (the skunk song was bad enough)