you can take the girl out of the south...
on the way to work i passed a funeral procession. besides the fact that all of us in the morning commute were passing a funeral procession, what was sad was that there were only five cars - containing a total of 9 people - plus a darkened limousine and the hearse. i found it almost unbearable that nine people plus whatever family fits in a limo were all the people bearing witness to this person's burial. maybe there were more people at a service, and those nine were the only ones who didn't have to go on to work. maybe it was someone so old that there were only nine people left that he or she had outlived. god, i hope so.
and let me just say, where i come from, if there's a funeral procession, everyone pulls over and lets it pass, out of respect for the deceased. if you get waylaid by a funeral procession on your way to work, you tell whomever cares when you get to work, and no questions are asked. it would be unthinkable to pass a procession, or to cut into it or through it. i love my adopted hometown and have no desire to live where the high is 90 or above for eleven months of the year, but i think the funeral thing is one thing the south gets right.
and let me just say, where i come from, if there's a funeral procession, everyone pulls over and lets it pass, out of respect for the deceased. if you get waylaid by a funeral procession on your way to work, you tell whomever cares when you get to work, and no questions are asked. it would be unthinkable to pass a procession, or to cut into it or through it. i love my adopted hometown and have no desire to live where the high is 90 or above for eleven months of the year, but i think the funeral thing is one thing the south gets right.
posted by laura at 8:52 PM
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I always feel very sad when I see a string of cars driving slow with their hazards on...but I can't imagine someone would zoom by one or cut through it.
Hooray for your onion, by the way, but not your smelly pits! ;-)
I live in the South and totally agree. My daughter's school is on the corner of a turn to the veteran's cemetary. If a procession comes by during recess, the kids are to stop playing and stand still until the cars pass.
The south has it right for sure!
When we were on our way to the cemetary with Nicolas, it was just the hearse in front of us and our one car. We drove straight through Paris (the hearse driver didn't take the Peripherique for some reason), and not that slow either. Yet, indeed, someone cut our ONE car off -- slipped straight through behind the hearse and was there for awhile before turning right on some street. "The french SUCK" said my MIL, and i had to agree that she had a point.
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