ChristaDeVil
DIS Veteran
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- Jan 30, 2008
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We were all at my great-aunt's visitation and had been there most of the day, talking with everybody who came. Sometime in the afternoon, my mom, brother, and I were sitting in some chairs over by a window that overlooked the cemetery and chatting with a couple of relatives. My mom suddenly noticed a grave that had several festive-looking balloons affixed to the headstone and said, "Aw, that's so sad. That must be a child's grave," to which my brother replied, "...or a clown's." We burst out laughing and couldn't stop, so much so that my dad suggested we go outside for a minute, as we were "making spectacles of ourselves."
I'm laughing so hard right now that I'm afraid that people are going to come in my office to check on me!