And I do mean funny strange, not funny ha-ha. But strange does not equal bad.

well i was just reading this story on flickr. cool story but still, it reminds me not to be so heedless with the camera.

I buried a woman today who died the day before her 81st birthday. The family had already bought her cake, so they served it at her wake. They did not, however, change the icing from "Happy Birthday" to "RIP," which I thought would be funnier.

That picture is AMAZING

What the hell? It was still her birthday, you know?

Great story ColdChef.

I definitely want cake at my funeral. Chocolate with fudge icing.

I want balloons and pinatas at my funeral. I'm talking the works -- something akin to a lavish quinceañera.

I learnt that the Weald and Downland museum I visited whilst away in Brighton (as recommended to me by essexjan and others) was actually set up by my bosses grandfather.

That was a little too "woah - small world!!" for my liking.

Why yes ... yes it is, Miko.

I'm a songwriter and I was up at my worship pastor's office yesterday getting the demo done for a new song I'd written. His assistant was playing-laying down the keyboard track-while the pastor had the controls to the drum machine so he could add accents to the drum track already playing.

About the time we got to the bridge of the song strings kicked in. I sat there very impressed-I figured either the pastor or the assistant had set that up ahead of time. It sounded awesome. As we headed back to the chorus the worship pastor got up and pressed a button under the keyboard and the strings stopped-again, perfect timing as it needed to be simpler then.

After they finished and only then I discovered that NEITHER ONE OF THEM HAD ADDED THE STRINGS.

They just started. AT THE RIGHT TIME in the song.

Yep, we kept it.

I've known a woman very casually for a few years. She moved to Phoenix for work, but recently moved back into town. As we were chatting last night I discovered that her husband is a person I knew as a teenager, around the ages 16 or 17. We lived in the same neighborhood, and had a sexual experience once. When she asked me for my maiden name, so she could tell her husband that she met an old school friend of his, I cringed a bit. I've had sex with less than 10 people, but more than once this kind of thing has happened. This town is too small.

My friend "J", who died unexpectedly a month and a half ago, had a brother and sister with a different father. Their dad is my mom's boyfriend's brother-in-law, (sister's husband) now. So if my mom married her boyfriend, his brother-in-law's kids would be her step-niece and nephew. Or something like that. Whew!