A long-standing client of the office where I work in passed away last week aged 91. The boss asked who would be prepared to represent the office at the funeral, and I volunteered as over the past 15 years, I become very fond of old Jack. My boss couldn’t attend due to a prior commitment.
As I had to drive 130 kms to attend the funeral, which was at 10.00am, it meant an early start so I had a wreath delivered to the office which I intended to pick up prior to taking off this morning.
The wreath was delivered to the office and I dutifully put it in the fridge to keep it fresh. This morning I went to the office at 7.00am to pick it up and to my horror found that half of it was frozen solid. Obviously I’d hit the themostat when I was arranging the fridge so that it would fit. The lillies were transparent, the baby’s breath was turned to black.
I put it in back in the box it was delivered to us in (the box far bigger than the wreath) and put it on the back seat of my car, hoping against hope that maybe the unfrozen side would be okay. When I arrived at the funeral home, I carried the wreath over with its wilting foliage and brown flowers, I whispered to the funeral director that it had been refrigerated overnight. He took it from me and smiled and said, “That’s alright, we’ll just turn it around to the good side … actually, it doesn’t seem to have one does it?” 