Regarding the first letter in today's "Dear Abby":
http://www.uexpress.com/dearabby/?uc_full_date=20130215The same goes for funeral homes too!!!!!
To clarify:
In December 1966, one of my aunts was dying of cancer and had reached the point where medication was NOT touching the pain! While we were visiting her for the last time, another relative on my uncle's side showed up with a BRAT in tow! The reason I call him a BRAT is because as soon as they came in the door, his mother turned him loose and he behaved like the Tasmanian Devil while his mother cooed: "Oh-h-h-h! Isn't my little Johnny SO-O-O CUTE!!!!!" Then the Tasmanian Devil went into my aunt's room and started using her deathbed as if it was HIS TRAMPOLINE!!!! You can imagine how my dying aunt reacted to THAT!!!! Her eldest sister, (my NWomb-donor), yanked him off the bed, several times, and the Tasmanian Devil's mother started screaming in protest because someone DARED say the word "NO" and make HER little Johnny MAD!
Less than two weeks later, my aunt died. At the funeral home, the Disastrous Duo show up and, once again, the Tasmanian Devil is turned loose IN THE FUNERAL HOME! First, he started ripping apart the flowers around my aunt's casket and my cousins and I stopped him. He attempted to climb on top of my aunt's casket and my cousins and I stopped him from that! His mother SCREAMED at us because we DARED to interfere with her pride and joy's happiness! (WTF?!?
) Then he disappeared into the hallway and my cousins and I caught him attempting to pull a fully-loaded fire extinguisher off the wall. (Those things WEIGH A TON and he could have KILLED himself as it would have toppled directly on top of him!) To ensure his safety, we stopped him. Again, the IMPERIOUS QUEEN screamed at us because we DARED make HER child UNHAPPY! The Tasmanian Devil immediately darts into another room where another group of mourners are gathered and he proceeds to wreak havoc in there....ripping the flowers to pieces, etc. When my cousins and I ran into the room, we were mortified to find the Tasmanian Devil ON TOP OF A STRANGER'S CASKET, kicking, screaming, and biting the people who were trying to get him OFF!
My cousins and I managed to get him off and out of that room while apologizing profusely to these COMPLETE STRANGERS! Once again, the Tasmanian Devil's mother SCREAMS AT US because we were not permitting her DARLING LITTLE ANGEL to DO WHAT HE WANTS! In her eyes, her son could do no wrong!
The final straw was when the Tasmanian Devil disappeared......AGAIN.......and I went searching for him while my cousins stayed with our grandmother. I first checked the other room to make sure he hadn't gone back to bother the strangers again...he wasn't there, thank God! Then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned around just in time to see him dart through a door marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY". I couldn't get there fast enough because I could only imagine what kind of stuff funeral homes have back there and the place is NOT child-proofed! I couldn't push the door all the way open so I managed to wriggle in from the waist up. Turns out the door was partially blocked by a closed casket that was about to be moved to another room for mourners.....and the Tasmanian Devil was ON TOP OF IT acting as if it was HIS hobby horse! I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, the seat of his pants, and hauled him OUT of THERE! He starts kicking and biting me as I'm dragging him out of that back room. As he's doing that, the QUEEN BITCH arrives and starts screaming in my face about how DARE I INTERFERE with what her DARLING Little "Johnny" wants to do! I was itching to slap one or both of them, even though I was only 14 years old at the time, as I had ENOUGH of this INSANE CRAP! The funeral director stepped up and saved me the trouble.
He told that dumb broad, to her face: "THIS is a FUNERAL HOME! It is NOT a nursery and it is NOT a playground! If you CANNOT or WILL NOT control your child, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY! She started screaming threats of suing him because, in her mind, NO ONE had the right to throw HER out of ANYWHERE! The funeral director stood his ground and she was forced to leave the premises.....taking the Tasmanian Devil with her! The next day, at the funeral service, she shows up.....late.......making SURE that everyone noticed HER ARRIVAL, and attempted to turn loose the Tasmanian Devil once again! The funeral director stepped up to both of them, with a glare. Not a word was spoken. The Queen B and her Tasmanian Devil shut up, sat down, and never said another peep during the remainder of the funeral!
The whole mess was just INSANE!!!!!
