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Old Bat Eulogy

The minister paused, wondering what he could say. She had been a mean old woman, an angry parishioner. She was opinionated, he said. Bossy! Someone yelled. And she had determination, he said. She was a stubborn old broad! A different voice. He looked around, wondering if he was speaking to relatives or just neighbors who wanted to celebrate the old bat’s death.

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Date: 3/14/2022 2:23:00 PM
ha ha ha I would love to have the guts to do this lol thanks for the belly laugh Caren:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 3/14/2022 12:44:00 PM
ha! i like when people tell it like it is, even at a funeral. good one, caren!
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Date: 3/14/2022 10:08:00 AM
Hmmm...you do have to mince words at funerals sometimes, if you are a minister. If you don't you won't be around for long. Generally, the old bat's family is somewhat influential. Anyway, they get their way.
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