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Your Stories

  Do you have a funny or interesting story related to funeral vehicles? Now is the time to share it! Don’t let it disappear like so many stories do. You can even remain anonymous.

  We’re always looking for the next great story to publish in our HearseHub column. We know there are a lot of stories out there, but all-too-often we hear the excuse: “I don’t know how to write a story,” “My grammar is not good enough,” or “I just don’t have enough time.”

  Don’t let these concerns stop you! Simply pick up the phone and call me, 913-780-0909 or email me at mike.jamar73@gmail.com. Tell me your story and I’ll write an article featuring your story. You will always have final approval and can even veto it. Wouldn’t it be fun to have your story written up for posterity? A funny or interesting anecdote that you can pass down to your family is only a phone call or an e-mail away.

  For instance, years ago my parents traveled to Indiana to attend my aunt’s funeral. She had moved from Kansas, where our family lived, to Indiana in the 1920’s. With the roads being what they were, she was rarely able to visit or receive family traveling to see her. She died in the mid-1960s and with the roads being much better then, my parents were able to drive to Indiana to pay their respects and attend the funeral. They didn’t know what to expect, having only met her husband a few times and never the kids. It soon became apparent that their kids, then being in their 40s, liked to have a good time. The wake went long into the night, only to start up again in the morning with a round of Bloody Marys. After the service, it was time to get in line for the procession to the cemetery, only a few miles away. My aunt’s husband and a few others were in the family limousine, with their kids in the adjoining car, and my parents a few cars back. As the caravan traveled down the road, their kids, apparently dissatisfied with the speed of the procession, pulled out and passed it, leaving the hearse and everyone else in their dust. As the procession pulled into the cemetery, the kids were already there, waiting patiently for the procession to join them. My parents were somewhat taken aback, but no one else was.

  I am not sure who else in my family remembers this story, perhaps my sister. This story would have passed with us, but now having written it down my kids will know about it. My hope is that some of you reading this may think “Something like that happened to me!” That is what stories are about, to convey past events and to spark the remembrance of something funny or interesting in your past. Don’t let your stories pass with you, tell them to us so that others can share in them.