Overheard from the music section at the Christian Bookstore as I was waiting to pick-up a textbook order:
Dear Little Old Lady: “And I told the preacher exactly what I want at my funeral and give him a list, and the organist, and my daughter too.”
Friend: “Do you think they’ll pay attention?”
DLOL: “They’d better. If they start playing ‘I come to the Garden’ like they did at Old Man’s Burkett’s service, I swear I’ll get up and march out. I never did like that song.”
Ow, coffee in the nose, ow.