I attended the funeral of my daughter’s father-in-law. I didn’t know him well, we were just beginning to establish a friendship.
As the priest was saying the “dust to dust” part, the local switch job came by on the siding closest to the cemetary. As we were saying the “Our Father,” a BNSF doublestack manifest flew by.
I leaned over to my wife and asked, “Do you think that you could arrange that for my funeral?”
That earned me a poke in the ribs. “Only you would think of that, Steve.”