Way too much of my perception of funeral directors was gleaned from watching Six Feet Under.
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'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura - Feb 18, 2011 4:42:56 am PST #15778 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Cashmere - Feb 18, 2011 4:43:17 am PST #15779 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
The food is always good and the drinks flow freely!
They don't have nearly that many issues.
ChiKat - Feb 18, 2011 4:49:30 am PST #15780 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
A friend of mine (M) is a funeral director and he totally has a warped sense of humor. One of the reasons I like him.
I met him when another friend (R)started dating him. M was still an intern at a funeral home and lived in an apartment over the funeral home. And, because R and M are gay, we totally kidded with them for MONTHS that they were the real life Six Feet Under.
M is no longer an intern and they now live in a beautiful home they bought together.
DebetEsse - Feb 18, 2011 5:18:17 am PST #15781 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
ChiKat, they don't happen to live in the Fort Wayne area, do they? I was in a show with an R with a remarkably similar story.
ChiKat - Feb 18, 2011 5:39:57 am PST #15782 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
No, they live in the Chicago 'burbs. Although, my R is also an actor (hobbyist, banker for a job).
DebetEsse - Feb 18, 2011 5:48:56 am PST #15783 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.
sj - Feb 18, 2011 6:00:41 am PST #15784 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old. We also played with playdough, read books, watched too much Yo Gabba Gabba, and now G is napping while I pack for the weekend at the beach.
ChiKat - Feb 18, 2011 6:57:29 am PST #15785 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.
No lie. That is odd.
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment
Awww...that is so sweet.
WindSparrow - Feb 18, 2011 7:18:12 am PST #15786 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old.
So much cute.
hippocampus - Feb 18, 2011 7:27:33 am PST #15787 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
I'm taking dinner to a co-op school family tonight - the mom's just had major surgery, dad's trying to work and parent and go to the hospital. Different families have been doing a dinner run 3x a week for 2 weeks - it's really nice, and underscores the different reasons why this co-op feels like home a lot of the time. I dropped an email earlier trying to figure out what foods they'd seen too much of, if they were hungry for anything in particular. Turns out, everyone's been avoiding chicken and casseroles as too obvious. Which is also kind of cute.