Smell The Fudge
My buddy Maloney retired a couple of years before I did. We lost touch those two years, but reacquainted our friendship when his father died. At the funeral, I told him he should take the flower bouquet from the top of his father's casket and throw it into the mostly older audience like a bride at her wedding to see who's next. My wife was quick to remind me that I'm not as funny as I think I am. Having an aggressive form of Stage Four cancer, his father knew he was not long for this world, so I asked my buddy if his father-who had been a General in the Army and used to handing out grand proclamations-if he had any last words. Maloney laughed. "He said, 'If any of you cry at my funeral I'll never speak to you again.'" I laughed, too. Who knew his father was a Laurel & Hardy fan? Yes, he certainly knew how to put the "fun" in funeral. Looking around, I couldn't help but notice Maloney's monster-in-law wasn't there. You know all...