Work day was a day from the deepest part of the pit we call h*ll…relaxed a bit and a light supper…I needed to pay my respects to the passing on of my clerks mother in law…d*mn this is getting old….when my mom passed the dad of an old friend passed two days later…between the calling hours and services for my mom and her burial I had to attend my bud’s dad’s calling hours at the same d*mn funeral home…and like three days after my dad’s calling hours I need to attend my clerk’s mother in laws calling hours at the same d*mn funeral home…in the same d*mn room…the owner just looked at me and said…”not again”…but we do what we must…we might hate it and rebel , but we do what we must…