Thursday, January 19, 2006

Buñuel Moment #2:

Grandpa's final trip began with prayers at the funeral home. Since the priest was was waiting at the church, the funeral director led us in a moment of silence and then the Lord's Prayer. While my head was bowed down, I noted that she'd accessorized the very appropriate and conservative black suit with a pair of boots the likes of which I'd never seen outside of a fetish shop. They had it all: four inch heels, spiked toes, black patent leather, silver buckles everywhere.

Mentioned this to my dad and Hal: they'd both picked up on the shoes as well. Hal pointed out that it didn't seem like too much of a stretch for a funeral director to be moonlighting as a dominatrix.

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