Conversation Snippet

A co-worker and I were having a rather morbid conversation yesterday about wakes. She mentioned that a friend had passed away a few months ago, at only 27 years old. We'll use the name Bill for the purpose of this blog:

Kara: "People don't look the same at all when they're lying in a casket. Bill looked completely different."

Me: "Oh, I know. People always say, "Oh, he looks so peaceful. Just like he's asleep. No. People don't look asleep. They look dead."

Kara: "Right? And they did his hair all wrong. They parted it on the side. He never parted his hair on the side. And he was all clean cut and clean shaven. He was never clean cut and clean shaven. He just looked ridiculous!"

By this point I'm laughing so hard I'm almost choking.

Kara: "I'm serious! Somebody should've reached in there and messed his hair up a little bit. Or put a Red Sox cap on his head. Something."

But she has a point. I do my make-up and hair a certain way every day. I wouldn't want somebody to do it wrong and then everyone looking in on me like that.

Neither would Kara. We find this all very disturbing.