[dizzyde]

Originally Posted by Barb

When my daddy passed, my six brothers had a 'board meeting' after the wake at a local coney island where they all used to hang out.

They were going to carry daddy, and every one of them had a bad shoulder...age or sports injury or something. So they had the meeting to decide which side to take...my two eldest nephews were cautioned to stand by in case of an emergency.

At this all important meeting, they also decided that as the only daughter and oldest child, I would follow them up the hill to the grave.

Well...when we got to the cemetary, the boys were standing there ready to carry our father...only one problem...they were all on the wrong side!!

They had to stop, push daddy back in the hearse, change sides and try again...it was a sight!!

When they finally got it right, they ran so fast with him, I couldn't catch up...

You should hear them tell the story when they are all together...

Barb, that is hilarious!!!