Ok so this lil elderly lady passed yrs ago. My father was officiating the funeral. Loads of people were bringing up flowers, some were passing out at her feet, some were stunned but most brought shit load of flowers. Dad started delivering the eulogy. In the middle of speaking he sees a lil old lady coming up the center isle with a huge pot. She sashayed her way to the pulpit. My pops stopped his speech & asked Miss Thang if she needed help. She said, "Nope. Just dropping this off." He asked what it was. "Soup," she said. Everybody quizzically stared. She said, "What? If she can smell your flowers then she surely can eat my soup."
MORAL: One can only appreciate words & flowers b4 death. Express gratitude then & not after.
//signed//
The Moralistic Cat's Meow
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