Lorne.

Attending the wrong funeral is most definitely not something that occurs to everyone. My father on the other hand has a way of making what one could call a tragic event, into a laughable experience.

Here’s the story:

My dad along with his friend Troy met up at a local pub to have a drink in honour of the late Lorne – a mutual friend’s father – before the service. Chatting about memories each of them held of Lorne brought them both to the last sip of their beers.  The two made their way to the funeral home where they entered to find a line had developed with loved ones, all mourning the bitter loss. Shaking hands and hugging others in line, Troy and my father wait for their turn to pay respect. As they move closer to the open casket the two of them become slightly curious as to why they have yet to see someone they know. The two of them weren’t close with Lorne, but surely there would be someone they knew there. Approaching the casket the two discover they had been waiting in line for hours, giving their support for others, so they could pay their respects to a complete stranger. The murmur of my dad to Troy was all it took to break the silence, “Troy, Troy, that’s not Lorne.”
Making a rather quick exit, and in search of the right funeral home the two needless to say couldn’t stop cracking up. Lorne would have been in hysterics.