Drop Dead Awful

I have trouble finding things about which to write that won't offend anyone who could possibly read my blog. A lot of funny stuff happens to me, but I have to be selective as to what I can blog about that didn't involve a possible reader who'd be offended. This being stated, something happened today that was funny, and I think it's safe to share.

During our somewhat long history of being musicians for churches, parties, weddings, and funerals, we've seen a lot of things that have brought smiles to our faces and laughter to our hearts, but the call my sister received today, topped it all. It was a lady who is coordinating an event for which we are playing in November. Her husband has been sick for a while and his health had declined. She asked for us to play several songs at the funeral on Monday. When my sister was telling us about the call, we were sad to hear of the lady's loss. We asked my sister what time the funeral was, but she didn't know. She said that the lady's husband hadn't died yet. The lady was doing the rest of the planning for the funeral and would decide on the time later!

Forgive me if you don't think this is funny, but I can't believe someone would set a date for a funeral without there being a deceased in the casket. How morbid! Choosing the date for any living person's funeral, much less your spouse's is just wrong. We laughed at seeing the unimaginable organization of this kind lady, but if my wife ever does such a thing, I won't be laughing. It's a crazy world!

Of course, my siblings and I don't help it to be any less crazy. For instance, there's my little brother, Peter. He's proud of the vacancy in his mouth from the two teeth he has lost in the past month. We went to the dentist on Friday, and Pete got his teeth cleaned and sealed. When he lost his second tooth on Saturday, I kidded him that his tooth was probably sad that it didn't get to spend more time with its clean, nicely sealed neighbor teeth. On Sunday, after church, I mentioned to someone that he had lost another tooth, and asked Pete to open his mouth so they could see. When he did, the person and I were shocked to see only one tooth missing from his smile. It puzzled me. I knew he'd lost another tooth, and I thought it was one of the front ones, but I guessed I was wrong. All the sudden something fell from his mouth and hit the floor. Much to my embarrassment, and to the confusion of the poor person, it was his tooth. He hadn't wanted it to be sad while missing its neighbors, so he put it back in his mouth and went about business as normal. Mom, Dad, and I informed him that it isn't right to put your teeth back in your mouth when they fall out. I guess I'll reconsider that when I grow older. haha

Well, I thought that was funny. Not much else has happened that's interesting around here... Sorry it takes me so long to blog. I hope to find a source of motivation soon.

Brent the Magnificent :-)