scattered, smothered, and six feet under
contrary to my lifelong plan, paul and i didn't get married there, but i can always have my funeral at waffle house, like this lucky gentleman did:
Lawrence ''Tuna'' Clark called the Waffle House on U.S. Highway 129 his ''office,'' ate there at least once a day for years and earned the love of dozens of employees who gathered in the parking lot outside the restaurant Thursday for his funeral.
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Clark's cremated remains lay on the hood of a nearby Chevrolet - parked in his favorite parking space - next to a ceremonial signature book. Large boards displaying decades of family photos were propped on the sidewalk covered in funeral wreaths and loose flowers.
Inside the restaurant, his niece set up Clark's favorite chair at the counter: his jacket slung on the back, his black coffee, milk and cigarettes sitting side-by-side as they did every day for years.
it brings a tear to my eye.
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not, of course, that his regular Waffle House habit hastened him to his final reward. and that tear in your eye? it's from the onions.
Posted by: paul^2 | June 13, 2003 08:26 PM
perhaps we could have a vow renewal if you and Paul would come here. We would have to go to Slidell, tho.
Posted by: auntb | June 14, 2003 10:32 AM
That's beautiful! Though it would have to be an IHOP for me.
Posted by: Cori | June 16, 2003 03:04 PM