August 11, 2010

Morning Conversations

Me: Did you see this obit? Is it screaming MOB! or what?
(Sidenote: Mob as in Mafia)

Hunhead: Why do you say that?

Me: First, it's about $1000 worth of obit, with picture which is $110. Second, he owned Waste Management companies in NEW JERSEY

Hunhead: (taking the paper from me) OK, I see that, but don't you think you're being a bit stereotypical of Italian Americans?
(Sidenote: My husband is 100% Italian.)

I finished eating and without looking up I said: Right, baby. Get to the bottom where his family intermarried with the Capones...

Hunhead: Wow. Sheesh. You think that restaurant was a front?

Me: Ya think?

We keep laughing about it.

Posted by Boudicca at August 11, 2010 08:56 PM

I saw it too! It was sooooo Italian mafia!! hahaha

Posted by: jd at August 11, 2010 09:36 PM

And we weren't the only ones laughing! I saw a gf at a used uniform sale. I told her about this obit I saw and she said, "Oh! I saw it! I called my Mom and said, "THIS one we need to attend!"" Good Grief.

Posted by: Bou at August 11, 2010 10:16 PM

People actually read obits and then go to the real life? Like Grandma Mazur in the Stephanie Plum novels?

Posted by: Erica at August 12, 2010 08:43 AM

My godfather was Italian, married into Italian.

His father was a member of the Purple Gang and was deported out of the US (lived in Canada).

When my godfather died we went to the services at the funeral home (couldn't make it to the funeral itself).

You could tell there were some that still had mob connections. (My godmother confirmed this) Good Lord I was scared.

And I never seen so many pinstripe suits in my life.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at August 12, 2010 11:30 AM

Erica- Oh yes they do! Just call me Grandma! I read them every day. There are some great little hidden nuggets in some of those obits. Some of these folks were real characters and their families make sure everyone knows it! Some are sad. Some are so horribly sad. But some of them... Good Grief, you can't make that stuff up.

QW- Yeah, I'll skip going to the mob funeral! I've just about seen it all, but dang, I'll pass on that life experience. I went to one funeral of the husband of a woman I knew well from a women's group I'm in. Unbeknownst to me, he was in Narcotics Anonymous. So there we sat, all prim and proper, representing our group, dressed to the nines, missing only the hats and gloves, when people started coming in literally from all walks of life. I mean, homeless, destitute, wealthy, you name it. And then when the first person stood up and said, "Hi, my name is Joe" and the ENTIRE group said, "HI! JOE!" I said to my gf, "OMG. We're at an NA meeting". One of the most shocking funerals I've been to... but one of the most touching. Definitely left a mark.

Posted by: Bou at August 12, 2010 11:55 AM

Isn't it interesting how much humor we can often find even in the wake of a loved one's passing? I believe that often the deceased person wants us to laugh and poke fun at them just to express how much they were loved and how important it is to move on with our lives.

Posted by: diamond dave at August 12, 2010 07:07 PM