Why I Married A Funeral Director:
You really shouldn’t eavesdrop on your husbands…phone conversations, but sometimes you can’t help yourself. Last night I “overheard” Morty talkin’ on the phone. He was carrying on about all kinds of things. Half an hour later, I was like geeish, probably catchin’ up with an old friend. He hung up, I said; “Wow, who was that?” He looked drained. “Remember that guy I told ya about, the one I buried his wife last week?” “Yes – I do.” My stomach dropped. He said: “Well that was him, just wanted to see how he was doin’.” Confused I said; “Did you know him from before, like from back home or something? Morty cocked a half grin and said…”No, I don’t…know him. Just figured he needed someone, ya know. Funerals been over for a week, family friends…gone. He’s alone. He needed to chat.” I tell ya, this stuff is why I feel these guys – don’t get enough credit. Guess I’ll be quiet. Was gonna tell him to ‘pick his damn clothes up off the floor.
