Assuming you're fiscally responsible, death is almost never convenient. I know a guy that died once on the way to work at a couple mortuaries in Lakewood, CO. That isn't convenient. It also isn't true, but this entry isn't about these black and white types of truths, it's about the more red and blue types of truths. Like, what really happens when you end up looking at mortuaries? That's a question no one really asks. It's like a business that no one ever really goes to more than once, and that doesn't breed good service within an industry. I mean they're mortuaries, not fast food joints. Mortuaries are one of those places that just need more foot traffic. More people walking in and saying, “Oh, I'm just looking around...” More browsing. Less showing up only when you have a dead person on your hands. The guys who work at mortuaries can tell when you walk and aren't prepared. You have that look on your face like, “We couldn't prepare for this, there was no way to see this coming. He was only 83.” But that's to be expected. That's part of being American – putting off things that HAVE to happen. Things that HAVE to be done. I got a little brother that puts off going to the bathroom so long that everyone besides him in the room is more concerned with the issue than he is. Hopefully I can be like him in a few years, just instead of with sitting on the can, it will be with kicking it. (Wish us luck on not needing it at the same time...)
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