My wife died and I was with my sons at the funeral service. The priest was telling about all her good things: what a wonderful mother she had been, what a loving and faithful wife she had been and how kind she was to everyone.
I bent over to my eldest and whispered: 'go check in the coffin, if it's really your mother...'
the jester
I bent over to my eldest and whispered: 'go check in the coffin, if it's really your mother...'
the jester