My co-worker’s father died last week. He was a total whipper snapper. I never saw the man until I went to his service this morning. However, I did talk on the phone with him a lot. His features were as I had imagined. There were lots of pictures of him and his family on boards and in frames placed on various mantles about the room at the parlor.
The funeral service was more a celebration of life. George, his son (my co-worker) had “Harry-isms” printed on the back of his mass card. I thought that was awesome.
Some of the quotes were:
- Animals are people, too.
- Ah, the hell with it.
- Sure the coffee’s fresh, I made it yesterday.
There were a few others, but these were my favorites. Every time he called the office he always had a joke, or would pretend he could see me through the phone.
So when I went back outside the funeral parlor, imagine my surprise when I saw this place across the street.
I laughed out loud! Thankfully, none of Harry’s other family was outside when I laughed, but I did tell George and he thought it was hysterical. I mean, I really thought only in the movies would I ever see a Spy Shop (aptly named SPY SHOP) across the street from a funeral home. George no doubt got his sense of humor from his father. The both of them had seen the humor and irony in almost everything.
As for the spy shop… I told my boyfriend and my daughter we are totally going there this weekend. A real live spy shop! I wonder what kind of spies they sell? 😉
My ROW80 this week! I have one goal:
Write my ass off for Nano…
I am doing well so far! Happy writing. And try to find a spy shop near you! Could make for an interesting story. 😀