Yesterday was the cremation of a friend's father.
The master of ceremonies had obviously not been a friend, or known the deceased. He kept saying things like: Now we'll be listening to some personal stories and touching music. All music was classical, and indeed touching. We wondered what he would've said if someone chose to play techno at their cremation.
There was also a man there that looked a lot like a gnome, including white beard, small glasses, a pipe, and a beret.
I felt bad for my friend; she had to shake hundred people's hands, most of whom she didn't know. At least she saw the humor of her father having befriended a gnome look a like. It didn't surprise her one bit.
