Memento Mori 0
I remember the first funeral I attended.
I was in the tenth grade; one of my classmates, a good friend, had been out driving his new (to him) car. He had run off the road at a bad curve, known locally as “Dead Man’s Curve,” and died from his injuries before he was discovered hours later.
At his funeral, while standing outside the funeral home (the same one where my brother and I made the arrangements for my mother), I heard one grown-up saying to another, “He was just like all the rest of these kids . . . .”
They did not notice that one of the rest of those kids was standing right next to them.
They were heartless, self-centered jerks, bigoted and wrong, sanctimonious and rude, all at the same time.
Same like Mike Huckabee.
