Getting a Stranger in the Sack
So a guy's dad passes away, and funeral home forwards a bag from the hospital, presumably pop's personal belongings--wallet, keys, spare change, pocket knife, etc. Not quite.
Smelling an odor that no doubt reaked worse that a week-old bologna sandwich in July, it turns out that it's a human limb. Thinking it might be dad's arm (part of it was apparently amputated during the illness), the son is somewhat optimistic that there's a perfectly logical explanation for this bizarre occurrence. No such luck.....It's actually a portion of a human leg, complete with a toe tag.
The funeral home insists it ain't their fault, because they don't open the bags of personal belongings. I bet that counseling to overcome this traumatic experience will cost him........(you can see this coming, can't you)........an arm and, well, never mind.
Smelling an odor that no doubt reaked worse that a week-old bologna sandwich in July, it turns out that it's a human limb. Thinking it might be dad's arm (part of it was apparently amputated during the illness), the son is somewhat optimistic that there's a perfectly logical explanation for this bizarre occurrence. No such luck.....It's actually a portion of a human leg, complete with a toe tag.
The funeral home insists it ain't their fault, because they don't open the bags of personal belongings. I bet that counseling to overcome this traumatic experience will cost him........(you can see this coming, can't you)........an arm and, well, never mind.
posted by Eric C at 1:02 PM
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