Fritz Maurer
Well-known Member
An old farmer-friend of mine passed away Monday.
An old, penniless, hickory-spined individual who
farmed with horses for 76 years. Oldest sibling in
a family of 11 children. Cut out of the family
fortune by step-mother and kids, he lived in a
shack with his only full brother. During the last
four years, all of the money he made went to
paying for funeral arrangements, by selling hay
and what remained of the farm equipment that
wasn't pilfered by others. Now that the funeral
home is paid off and it's time to collect the
services, they say, "Sorry, no viewing unless you
pay another $3800" None of us has that kind of
money, none of the step-siblings will help, so...
no viewing. They deliberately kept quiet about
that while drawing up the payment arrangements.
The client is dead, so he can't argue... This may
seem a little weird, but I'm actually happy for
him. Here's a guy who's been kicked in the head by
family members since his mother died in 1933.
Always ready to help someone else, rarely got
paid, and... he loved to talk about horses. No
longer does he have to take crap from his family,
sit in that lonely old house with no horses
around, living off an oxygen bottle. See you soon,
Clarence.
An old, penniless, hickory-spined individual who
farmed with horses for 76 years. Oldest sibling in
a family of 11 children. Cut out of the family
fortune by step-mother and kids, he lived in a
shack with his only full brother. During the last
four years, all of the money he made went to
paying for funeral arrangements, by selling hay
and what remained of the farm equipment that
wasn't pilfered by others. Now that the funeral
home is paid off and it's time to collect the
services, they say, "Sorry, no viewing unless you
pay another $3800" None of us has that kind of
money, none of the step-siblings will help, so...
no viewing. They deliberately kept quiet about
that while drawing up the payment arrangements.
The client is dead, so he can't argue... This may
seem a little weird, but I'm actually happy for
him. Here's a guy who's been kicked in the head by
family members since his mother died in 1933.
Always ready to help someone else, rarely got
paid, and... he loved to talk about horses. No
longer does he have to take crap from his family,
sit in that lonely old house with no horses
around, living off an oxygen bottle. See you soon,
Clarence.