Speaking of possessed TVs, I had a near Steven King moment yesterday.
I attended my aunt Jo’s funeral in the western NC mountains. It was a beautiful day, mid 60’s, and everything went fine, until the burial.
A few weeks earlier, that area of the country had been immersed in snow, then rains came and washed the white stuff away, but precipitation largely continued, leaving the ground saturated. I rode in the limo with the rest of the family, and when we got there, the platform was ready for us to load the coffin on top. We did so, and sat in the folding chairs the cemetery provided. If it weren’t for the carpet they laid under the chairs, I would have sunk into the ground.
The minister gave a few readings, and as she did so, I could hear “crack crack crack” noises beside her. Right as she was finishing, the corner of the platform next to her collapsed, and the coffin fell. Luckily, only the corner next to the minister hit the ground. The minister grabbed the corner with one hand while holding her bible with the other. The funeral directors came running up to stabilize the coffin, and the minister hurriedly added “OK, service over!” The funeral people looked aghast, and I asked “Need any help?” Jo’s daughter added “We got pallbearers right here!” At least the coffin didn’t flop open and throw my aunt’s body out.
Nobody in the family was really upset. It was obviously an accident, and it could have been far worse. The funeral directors were deathly embarrassed, and held on the coffin while the cemetery workers drove an excavator up. We took the limo back while they tidied up. On the way back, I remarked how Jo had always been careful in life and didn’t have any physical mishaps that I could remember. Bad luck finally caught up with her.

