When It Rains

When things break, they break big. I was commenting in my last post about our lack of business. The other day we got two calls. Both of them are full service burials, and both of them had their visitations on Sunday, both afternoon and evening. One family is very nice, calm and reserved. The other is very high maintenance, demanding and loud. They brought a laundry basket full of photos to display, insisted on getting to use our new hearse, even though they are a local burial, and the other family is going to the National Cemetery. They also wanted their memorial cards laminated, and even though it was explained to them that we are out of laminates right now, they still complained that the cards were not laminated. I am so glad I am taking the other funeral out tomorrow.