I've driven in a few funeral processions. I'm determined I'll avoid that in the future.
It's not that I don't like funeral processions, it's I don't like the inconvenience to everyone else that's not part of the procession, the danger of traffic and the fact there are people with crummy attitudes, bad vision and distracted that are driving without paying attention to traffic lights. Even with a cop, it's still dangerous; especially for the cop.
So, lets have them at 3:00 am. Traffic is light, most of the drunks have gone home and there's not a great need for a special escort. Even if there is, the bright, flashing lights are more noticeable and the possibility of an accident is reduced.
But, what about the ceremony at the cemetery? They make light towers, that can illuminate a few acres with no problem. Just tell the preacher to speak a little louder so the mourners can hear him over the diesel engine of the light tower.
After that, everybody can go have breakfast at Denny's. Be sure to tip the wait staff and order something besides coffee. If you have to have a little snort of alcohol, I doubt anyone would object if you pour a shot in your coffee from your flask.....just be discrete.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.