Dying with style means a great send off
January 30, 2021
I will always remember when my old man died.
The priest, who never knew him or only briefly, said damn little about a fine man who enjoyed a stiff drink, was combative but loving, and had choice words for any woman driver - "that old battle-ax". He got short shrift on the day they put him in the ground.
Catholics outshine Baptists and evangelicals when they depart a funeral service or burial.
They showed up at our place and drank into the late hours toasting my old man's memory while drinking up his booze.
Start with this. You die at any age and you're in a coffin while some stiff is stumbl...