My honorary godfather died last week, and was buried earlier this afternoon. Of course, my mother came to the funeral. Going into public with her is always a terrifying prospect, and she rarely disappoints in terms of humiliation. Today was no exception. The rabbi got out of his car and walked into the small group of people standing in front of me, my mother and my father.
Mom: "Holy God, the rabbi got so damn old."
I'm consistently impressed by your mother's ability to focus on the really important things. :)
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