I’m sitting enjoying a bit of sun in the Scandinavian winter. A pair of mature ladies are sit down next to me having a conversation. They are talking about funerals, remembering and comparing. Cascets, urns, churches and funeral lunches. One of them circles back to humble bragging about one funeral in particular. “It’s the most modern funeral I’ve ever been to”, she says every time.
The hambone has gotta have been the bait for the dog to drag him? Am I the only one thinking that?
That’s the implied reason, but I wouldn’t think feral dogs would need the hambone.
hey, it adds insult to injury, kinda adds a touch of humor