A coworker woke one morning and discovered to his horror that his wife passed away during the night.
Out of courtesy, an appearance was made at the funeral home though he left well before someone came by to start the unnecessary chanting that has been experienced.
The next day a different coworker, the one who in the past claimed Halloween must be the favorite holiday because of his association with Satan asked how she looked.
The monotone reply, "Dead."
"What do you mean?"
"She is in a casket and not breathing. How else would she look?"
An hour later was called into the HR office because it was reported that jokes were being made about the situation. Had the initial thought of adapting John Cleese's monologue made during the dead parrot sketch which was used to euthanize Graham Chapman been presented, could understand but stating a dead person looked dead gave them nothing to stand upon.
This is why I no longer attend any memorial service unless I could recognize the deceased in a police lineup.
