I was standing outside, wondering whether or not to go in, when a loud beep scared me half to death. Had that beep scared me all the way to death, I suppose I was in the right place for it, really. I turned to see a car trying to pass through me where a park was awaiting it. I never found out whether it was a client or an employee that beeped me, but if it was the latter, that's a fairly good method of sending away potential customers.
I was unperturbed, however. I went in. I'd never planned a funeral before, so I didn't know what to expect. What I didn't really expect (although, considering the subject, I perhaps should've) was for the place to look so drab and dreary. I happened to be walking by, but if that hadn't been the case, I would never have gone inside. The place looks terrible. It looks like a rundown dump.
The fellow I was speaking to was very understanding of my unorthodox situation (which, I'm sure, the reader will forgive me for not detailing), but I ultimately decided to go elsewhere. Appearances are very important. I guess I was worried they directors might let any funeral plans they had a hand in go the way of their building. read more