I hate Funerals. Ok I don't really hate them, just the funerals of people I know. I got a Call on Saturday Afternoon, A kid from the Neighborhood, my older brother's best friend growing up, is dead at age 29 and we're his family undertaker. The reason I hate going to funerals for the people I knew and was close to is because, Death is my business, so I spend all of my time at work saying how sorry I am for a person's loss, that's just a part of what I do, it's my job. But when Seamus' family came in today I couldn't even say I'm sorry for your loss, because it sounds so hollow. Seamus was the Aces, he was 'from the neighborhood' which is a term that I use to describe someone who was a part of my development, someone who lived it. I look around my hometown now and see all the young kids growing up and proudly wearing their Townies Sweatshirts, these kids don't even understand what Townies are, the pride has gone out of my town, It was sold and traded away to yuppies with BMWs and condos worth in upwards of a wuarter of a million dollars. My town used to be a good working class Irish Neighborhood, loaded with caprenters, Dockworkers, Electricians, Plumbers etc. People who actually worked for their money, now this town is full of assholes with too much money and bad haircuts. I guess ya really never can go home again.....Anyway,
Here's to ya Seamus
Here's to ya Seamus
marlowe:
wow, that's really shitty. I'm sorry about all of that. *hugs* If you want, I'll show up and kick some asses for you. We can reorganize the place.