Never Would'a Thought

Back in 1996, I probably would not have predicted I would ever be disappointed to not attend a funeral. I had a pathological fear of dead humans, and I remember feeling sort of sorry for a group or two of singers (was one AHQ in their blue shirts? I didn't even know AHQ existed back then, but whatever group it was a lady was talking about their matching attire and how it had been made on the spur of the moment (which probably wasn't true - so much for my understanding)) who stood up front to sing at Marvin Headings' funeral that fall. Way too close to a cadaver for my comfort.

Well, Willie Strubhar's funeral is this Tuesday, and I can't go. I'll be in surgery lab. And I am disappointed. I'd like to support the relatives I know, funerals are interesting, my youth group is singing at the grave side, etc. Oh, well.