Tom O'Brien's Blog: LIFE IS COMEDY; You Can't Take It Wit You (3 of 3)

 

LIFE IS COMEDY---YOU CAN’T TAKE IT WIT YOU:

First off you need to know my dad and I shared the same name: “Tom O’Brien”.

When my dad died I was the first car behind the hearse in the procession. After mass my wife pointed out the gas gauge was a hair above empty, but it was too late, we were leaving for the cemetary in a minute. As we pulled out of the parking lot I decided to take a chance and find a gas station. How hard could it be to pump a couple gallons and head back into the procession?

Did I mention my dad and I are “Tom O’Brien”?

Meanwhile, at the cemetery, the burial ceremony was delayed a few minutes to wait for me. Everybody understood why I left to pull into a gas station, but this was before cell phones, so it was uncertain when I would reappear.

One of my sisters leaned over to whisper to another sibling: “The LATE Tom O’Brien!”.

 

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I used to believe in the saying, “Hindsight is 20-20.” Now, I am changing my stance—“Hindsight is hilarious.”

posted about 3 months ago
 

Humor obviously runs in your genes…and down your legs…and puddles in your big red clown shoes. Thanks for the memories.

posted about 3 months ago
 

I love this! Nothing heals your heart like laughter.

posted about 3 months ago
 

at my dad’s funeral me and family were in the car following the hearse. as we turned onto a busy main road our driver flashed his lights. we sat quietly in the back and watched the hearse disappear around another corner as our car sat by the side of the road. through the glass partition and our heavy silence we heard the driver say in a broad northern accent... more >

at my dad’s funeral me and family were in the car following the hearse. as we turned onto a busy main road our driver flashed his lights. we sat quietly in the back and watched the hearse disappear around another corner as our car sat by the side of the road. through the glass partition and our heavy silence we heard the driver say in a broad northern accent ‘i told that bloody idiot to stop when i flashed the lights so the other cars can keep up’.

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posted about 3 months ago
 

Your family sounds like mine. Black humor gets us through the hard times. Loved this.

posted about 3 months ago
 

I had to borrow my friends flashy red Ford Lighting with vanity plates and loud Bassani exhaust pipes to boot and I still don’t how I got hung up in a funeral procession right behind the hearse in this small crowded town with no where to turn off to for 1.5 miles…I was drenched in sweat, I was so embarrassed! Tom you reminded us about the key to LIFE!

I had to borrow my friends flashy red Ford Lighting with vanity plates and loud Bassani exhaust pipes to boot and I still don’t how I got hung up in a funeral procession right behind the hearse in this small crowded town with no where to turn off to for 1.5 miles…I was drenched in sweat, I was so embarrassed! Tom you reminded us about the key to LIFE!

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posted about 3 months ago
 

You mY Hve been late then- but thank God you’re EARLY now.

Early Tom O’brien- I’m copyrighting it now, so forget the google search.

posted about 3 months ago