Sunday, February 14, 2010

Cool day at the funeral home.

Had a good one on Friday.

Got a call from a hospice nurse about 9:00 in the morning.  Somebody passed away but the family is waiting for another family member to show up so can we wait until about 1:00 to pick up the body?  Sure, no problem.

About noon we get a call from the guy's son.  Can we bring him to the funeral home ourselves?  No law against it.  Come on down.

So at 1:00 the son walks in and says, he's here where do we go?  Around back, we'll meet you there.

At that the family pulls up in this:

Yep.  That's a '66 Pontiac Bonneville.  
Dad really loved the car so it was his last ride. 

Dad is in the front seat in a t-shirt, sweatpants, a ball cap and a pair of sunglasses.  (The latter was a really nice touch, I thought.)  

The sons helped us get him out of the front seat and onto the gurney while the daughters ran around crying, laughing and taking pictures.

As they were leaving I told them they were absolutely the coolest family I'd ever dealt with and I bet their Dad was looking down the whole time laughing his ass off.  The only thing that would have made the episode perfect would have been if the guy's name was Bernie.

I love my job.

Update: tbird points out that I got the picture from flickr which is true.  I didn't mean to imply that the photo was the substitute hearse.  I didn't feel comfortable taking photos of the actual event, so I had to find the car online.  Same color, though.

3 comments:

  1. Nice story TFG, although there is something suspicious about the photo of the Bonneville. Looks like it belongs here:
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/24796741@N05/sets/72157604247242338/show/

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  2. In a quasi tangentially related story...
    The Public Option:
    http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/fun_eral_games_mJmNmzTeYJV8JV0hMdH1GN

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  3. tbird,
    You're right about the photo. I didn't mean to imply that it was the actual car. I'm going to update the post so it's clear.

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