Mister Shorts Number 8

Sorry to hear about the whole “another funeral” thing…  I guess maybe post-funeral cake and porn is the only redeeming thing about that situation.

Thanks for the Friday Mr. Shorts!

Posted by MsDarkstar on 02/27 at 08:18 AM

I was missing Mr. Shorts.  It’s good to see him again —on your blog.  I imagine if I knew someone like him in real life I’d have punched him in the nuts by now.

Sorry about the funeral today.  I agree with Darkstar; cake and porn, stoogepie, cake and porn.

Posted by Dingo on 02/27 at 08:25 AM

I can sympathize.  You put me in mind of a couple of amusing funeral related anecdotes I hope you’ll enjoy.

My late wife was sick for a long time before she died.  When we would discuss our futures, she would often tell me that if I sat around feeling sorry for myself should she predecease me, she would think me an idiot.  She often advocated, with a huge smile on her face, that I should pick up one of her more attractive friends graveside.  I always thought that amazing and I tried to keep it in mind when I did start dating after her death.  The first several outings were weird, and the first few sexual partners were really weird for me.

My grandmother had a Jewish graveside funeral.  I had been taking care of her for years due to poor health, mostly caused by dementia.  She lived with us and survived my wife by ten months.  A few hundred people showed up to observe and pay their respects.  My mother and I made up the front row, directly adjacent to the open grave.  The casket had already been lowered into it.  My siblings and their families were behind us.  While the rabbi intoned, the wind whipped up and someone placed their hand on my head to keep the beanie the rabbi gave me from flying away.  As the rabbi wound down, the wind did likewise so the hand was removed.  Just as he tossed in his symbolic shovelful of soil, the wind whipped up briefly and placed the beanie right into the grave.  I asked the rabbi about retrieval obligations and he said, “I think we’ll let her keep it.”  My mother, in tears, asked what had happened and been said.  I told her and she started to laugh.  Seeing her humor, I then said, “Lets get more dirt on her before she wants something else!”  She had been quite demanding at times.  The rabbi, my mother, and I were doubled over with laughter while everyone else was out of earshot, but could clearly see us wildly laughing.  While still laughing, I hurried over to the shovel and started pouring soil into the grave while they continued laughing.  Most of the attendants never found out why we were laughing.

I hope these help your mood in light of death.

Posted by Mark on 02/27 at 08:45 AM

Yo MsDarkstar! Yeah, this is going to be a porn and cake extravaganza weekend!

Hi Mark! Wait, are you saying you scored several times at your late wife’s funeral? Dude! You really do tell the best stories. Thanks for that.

Posted by stoogepie on 02/27 at 10:36 AM

Are you into clown-faced granny fucking at least? 

Sorry about all the funerals.  Hopefully this will be the last for a while.

Posted by Daisee579 on 02/27 at 12:29 PM

I rather like the bank post and things about the economy. No one ELSE will explain them to me. They just pat me on the head and tell me to suck them. Hrmph.

And I REALLY liked the guys in dark suits at Jason’s funeral. Seriously. And then I felt so ashamed. So I never introduced myself. It’s a shame, really.

Posted by k8 on 02/27 at 12:48 PM

I’m frightened of clowns. 

I think you know that.

I have to go hide under my couch now. 

Thanks.

Posted by Crissy on 02/27 at 12:50 PM

Hmm, not sure why, but checking out some of the other photoblogs on Aminus3 and noticed a few pics on christophe’s Photoblog starting with <u>this one</u> that for some reason made me think of you.  And to top it off the only thing the About link says is, “About dicharry”.

Posted by Mr. Perfectly on 03/02 at 11:15 PM

we <3 ATM too!!!

(well, actually, i’m still breaking crissy in on that…)

Posted by ken on 03/04 at 04:23 PM