Thursday, March 17, 2011

Life After Death

Well the 70 degree day today certainly made quick work of clearing up all the snow that we've had. It also brought everyone out of their homes for the first time all year. It was nice to see a little life in the neighborhood again. We opened all the windows and let the house have a fresh breath of air.

Suddenly there was a scratch at the door. When I opened the door, there was the little pug dog from down the street. He came down to ask if Pugsley could come out and play. So they spent a good hour playing in the yard before his mom called him home.

This has been our first real sign of spring and it's been long overdue. Welcome Spring!

The funeral business hasn't been too exciting but I thought I'd pass on this story in the spirit of Pugsley and his little friend.
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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble... At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up. 'The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.

'There should be a bowl by the pump.'

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold streets and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'



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6 comments:

Janet said...

aw ! that was a nice story !

Jim said...

Good one! That's more like it.

JustinO'Shea said...

Hi Stew. . .read this before. . .but still read . . . . .aaaw damn, I still miss my Chuckie!

justin

Stew said...

Since Pugsley seems to remind you of Chuckie so much, I'm still waiting for a picture of Chuckie from you Justin.

Anonymous said...

that was sweet ..:)

Steph

AJ-OAKS said...

This story reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode. One of my favorites.
70 degrees there! We haven't made it out of the mid 50's yet! But I just know that we will go from winter straight into the heat of summer.