Linda King

moved slowly to the front, expressed my condolences to the folks on the first row, although I didn't know any of them, and proceeded to view the deceased. Now, I'm a woman of a certain age, retired, some people might say settled, but they'd be wrong. Hilda was maybe 10, 15 years my junior, and this fella lying in the casket was 20 years younger than her.

I thought to myself, go on girl, do your thing, do your thing. So, as I'm standing there, respectfully for my 10 or 15 seconds, Someone approaches me, and it's a man about my own age. And he says to me, Mrs. King, did you know him from the group? And I said, well, to tell the truth, I didn't know him at all. I'm a friend of his wife Hilda's.

I thought to myself, go on girl, do your thing, do your thing. So, as I'm standing there, respectfully for my 10 or 15 seconds, Someone approaches me, and it's a man about my own age. And he says to me, Mrs. King, did you know him from the group? And I said, well, to tell the truth, I didn't know him at all. I'm a friend of his wife Hilda's.

I thought to myself, go on girl, do your thing, do your thing. So, as I'm standing there, respectfully for my 10 or 15 seconds, Someone approaches me, and it's a man about my own age. And he says to me, Mrs. King, did you know him from the group? And I said, well, to tell the truth, I didn't know him at all. I'm a friend of his wife Hilda's.

The gentleman looked at me, sort of knit his brow, pursed his lips, and said, Mrs. King, my son was not married. He said, I think you're in the wrong room. Well, he looked at me, and I looked at him, and we started to snicker. Then it turned into giggles. And before it got to a raucous chuckle, I said to him, you know, I think I'd better move to the rear.

The gentleman looked at me, sort of knit his brow, pursed his lips, and said, Mrs. King, my son was not married. He said, I think you're in the wrong room. Well, he looked at me, and I looked at him, and we started to snicker. Then it turned into giggles. And before it got to a raucous chuckle, I said to him, you know, I think I'd better move to the rear.

The gentleman looked at me, sort of knit his brow, pursed his lips, and said, Mrs. King, my son was not married. He said, I think you're in the wrong room. Well, he looked at me, and I looked at him, and we started to snicker. Then it turned into giggles. And before it got to a raucous chuckle, I said to him, you know, I think I'd better move to the rear.

It doesn't look right for the father of the deceased and some strange woman to be standing over the casket laughing. So he thanked me for having made the situation a little lighter, and I did slide right to the back. across the hall to Hilda's husband's wake.

It doesn't look right for the father of the deceased and some strange woman to be standing over the casket laughing. So he thanked me for having made the situation a little lighter, and I did slide right to the back. across the hall to Hilda's husband's wake.

It doesn't look right for the father of the deceased and some strange woman to be standing over the casket laughing. So he thanked me for having made the situation a little lighter, and I did slide right to the back. across the hall to Hilda's husband's wake.