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 The dare and the cussing parrot
I was talking to a good friend lastnight,and we got on the subject of doing stupid things through out our lives.And I remembered something I had'nt thought of in soooooo long.This could be a bit too morbid for some.If funeral homes give you the willies,you might not want to read this.


When I was four my Dad worked three jobs.His fulltime job was as a machinist.He moon lighted for 2 of our neighbors.Roger had a cabinet and counter top shop,my Dad worked putting the cabinets and counter tops into new homes.The other neighbors Paul and Tina owned a funeral home,where my Dad was an embalmer.

I loved going over to Paul and Tinas they had a parrot named Oscar and a little dog named Moppie.Oscar was a hoot!Paul loved to drink scotch and would be three sheets to the wind and teach his bird to cuss.(I learned later in life about the scotch)Anyhoo, Oscar really had a filthy mouth.But,being a kid its funny to hear bad words some time.Coming from a parrot even better!My favorite thing that Oscar would say was "god dammit Moppie! shut up!"Lol,I miss that damn bird.Being I spent so much time over there I became friends with their grandson Kyle.We would get Moppie to bark just so Oscar would yell at him.Those were good times.

With as much time as I spent at Paul and Tinas,I spent as much at the funeral home.They owned Sunnyside mortuary,not that it matters im just thrilled I remembered the name.Not only was I there a lot but also Kyle.A funeral home doesnt seem like a playground,but it was our playground.

I remember bodies being brought in,not that I ever saw what was in the bags.I just didnt question it.I remember at times there might be a body in the hall waiting to be wheeled into the embalming room.It was normal to me.I was too young to understand about death.I was just told they were dead people,good enough for me.I was four,I was much more interested in running around the building.Which leads me to the dare.

The dare.Im 5 now, I know I was 5 because my Mother had just given birth to my brother.Kyle and I are playing and running around as usual.Except this day it is different.When there was a body ready for viewing in the viewing room,the door was kept shut until the family arrived.This day the door was open and being kids we ran inside.And then we see the casket.Lol,I remember looking at the casket(lid was open)looking at Kyle,Kyle looking at me.Sometimes innocence is just another word for really dumb idea.And this was a dumb idea.We dared eachother to go up to the casket and touch the person.We were such brilliant kids.A couple of dummies daring something so wrong.But,we were kids and kids have to learn sometime.So we make the sloooooow walk up to the casket.Im reaching in with my index finger im close to the target.Kyle screams "HE MOVED!!! HE MOVED!!!!". Thats all I needed to hear,we both took off running and screaming our heads off.Stupid kids.Of course we made a ruccus.The adults are asking "what happened?are you ok?"We werent smart enough to lie,not one of my brightest moments.So we told on ourselves.Admitted the whole thing,gulp.That didnt go over to well.Man,talk about getting an earfull.After that incident we didnt spend too much time at the funeral home.I wonder why?

I still feel a little bad about that.But not so bad that I dont think it is funny.I was a kid,the world revolved around me.I chalk this up as a learning experience,dont let your children play around dead people.

Note to self:I think I am going to have to go with cremation when my time comes.I dont want some creepy little kid,well you know.If there is such a thing as karma im screwed.



    Posted by pitapie50 on 2008-02-26 07:36:28 | Rating: | Views: 66
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Next door neighbour has a white cockatoo. It can mimick the sound of dog's barking,chicken's clucking or just gives out a loud screeching noise. The owner is an older lady so I'm lucky that the bird doesn't swear the f***. Not funny if what I hear all day is that word.

As for touching a dead body when you were a kid, I don't think it was very wrong. Children's curiosity is normal.
Posted by  Gwatlan  on 2008-02-26 21:43:08 
  
I dont remember if Oscar said the "f" bomb.He did say a lot of the other ones.I was almost there when Kyle screamed "he moved!he moved! I didnt get to touch him.I must of been one strange kid.
Posted by  pitapie50  on 2008-02-27 06:44:22 
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