![]() ![]() ![]() Maybe after he made his point, he’d put a postscript saying that when he was dead it really wouldn’t matter to him what kind of funeral he had. I wondered was this Grandpa’s idea of a practical joke or was it a sermon. Aunt Loma seemed excited, like when watching a spooky stage play. Mama, scandalized, had both hands up to her mouth. Specially if it is hot weather, my advisement is don’t waste no time.” “Aint no use paying Birdsong for that hearse. Anyhow, take me right from home to the cemetery. And tho I just as soon be planted in the vegetable patch as anywhere, I don’t think anybody would ever eat what growed there, after. But that would bother you all, so use the pine box upstairs at the store that Miss Mattie Lou’s coffin come in. What I would really like is to, be wrapped up in two or three feed sacks and laid right in the ground. Dressing somebody up to look alive don’t make it so… So when my time comes I do not want n’o trip to Birdsong’s Emporium or any other. “Now I want my burying to remind folks that death aint always awful. ![]()
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