Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I was driving to the thrift store today when I was thrown off by constuction. I had to go out to a major artery and make a left turn on a busy street where there was no light, and constant traffic was not stopping to let you in.
Anyway, there were 2 cars in front of me and a school bus in front of them. What is the holdup? I wondered.
It was a humongous funeral. I know this is a touchy subject, so bear with me. It was a long line of cars with those little flags on the fronts and placards in the window. My view was though the gas station pumps to the left of me. If there were a building there, there would have been nothing to see at all.
Who died? Could have been a policeman? That happens a lot lately in Philadelphia. But then people die every day. I knew it was not George Steinbrenner. He does not live anywhere near here.
I often think that when I die, no one will attend. Possibly one of my sisters, but that's it. There was no funeral for Mom, nobody was up for that. But that's my family.
A lot of the time when someone you know dies, or even when it's a relative of someone you know, you feel obligated to go to the funeral. Not always, but you know which ones you just have to attend. If you are powerful, well loved, or knew a lot of people, your funeral will be well attended, and like the funeral I saw this morning, tie up traffic for blocks.
Traffic is funny. People get all bent out of shape if you are not going fast enough, or forget a turn signal (which is dangerous, and rude at the same time), but everyone stops and gives the right of way for a funeral.
It's as if you rate higher on the respect scale dead, than you did alive. What's that about?