Have you ever wanted to be thought of as a saint? It’s easy. All you have to do is die. That’s it. The passing of a relative on my financial controller’s side of the family prompted me to think about how when someone dies, they are always spoken so highly of. In this case, the woman was not a nice person. She would come to family gatherings for the sole purpose of starting a fight and cussing everyone - men, women and children. And, this was at the moment she entered the door. It really got nasty the longer she stayed.
But now, the dearly departed is fondly remembered as a real saint.
Not by me. But, what do I know?
PMO
©2012
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