Don’t Hate the Ice Bucket

I sing at funerals. It’s something I do as part of my church choir. Most recently, it was for a man who’d lived a long, contented life. An average guy. He enjoyed his retirement, told corny jokes, and irritated the hell out of his employees--he skimped on the air conditioning at his independent business and duct-taped the thermostat … Continue reading Don’t Hate the Ice Bucket