The shiny side of funerals? They're like little mini reunions. Everyone asking, "So. How are you? You know, aside from the really crappy week and all, how've you been?"
Took a moment before driving home to chat with a friend who had moved away this summer. He was there with his "This Isn't My Girlfriend" girlfriend. As we were talking one of the funeral directors stopped and talked to us. He meant well--best of intentions, I'm sure. He shared a cute little--totally and completely theologically unsound--tale...
On the next clear night...winter nights are the clearest...look up at the stars. The bright, twinkling ones are God's newest angels. Andrew will be the brightest.
So an Agnostic, an Atheist and a Christian walk into a bar...er, um, wait...all turn and stare at him. Smile and nod. And turn back to each other. And all roll our eyes. Comic relief is important in times of grief. The laugh did us all good.