Author(s)

Susan Konig

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

2-28-2020

Abstract

My sister and I are in the funeral home, sitting across from the mortician and our shoulders are shaking. Our eyes well up with tears. Our stomach muscles are aching, we can't see, we can't breathe. We can't speak. At first the mortician has his funeral parlor game face on. Then a look of discomfort and concern seeps in. Finally the dam breaks and, despite his professional demeanor, he just can't help himself. He starts to laugh, too.

Keywords

Erma Bombeck, humor writing, Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, University of Dayton


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