Update on Friday 4th May

That afternoon was one of the most horrible Friday afternoon that I had ever encountered.

I had come early by car that afternoon, about 1/2 an hour before the time the school finished, but all the parking lots on the streets around that area was full with cars, (new, old, big, small, etc... any model you could think of!).

I was shocked!

Drove around the area about 4 rounds, finally, I resigned with my fate: I had to settle for a parking spot which was pretty far from the school (too late by then to park the car at home, and walked back to the school!).


The church next to the school chose that time to open its huge 2 doors. People in black suits, dresses, etc, squeezed out like ants.... Hah, so it was a burial ceremony! Damn it, why chose a Friday afternoon to congest the whole suburb like that?

I knew that we should respect the deads and all that, but when one had to fight to get through the crowds in order to pick up one's kids, then later, had to face the same struggle just to get out.... I was real mad by then.... A thought passed my mind: some people could manage to annoy others even after they were truly dead!

The dead person must be someone important, or very popular! People who attended the ceremony spreaded themselves out into a long line of about 20 metres to show respect to his coffin (the last time!).

Normally, I would admire such a show of respect, but when that black crowds of about 500 people caused extra blockage to an intersection which had always been busy, (it was truly a black spot, where many accidents frequently happened), the chaos then annoyed me greatly...

I began to feel sorry for the dead guy... (I bet he would not like to cause such an inconvenience to the area if he could voice out his opinion!).


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Found out today, that the dead man was a local, well liked by many. He passed away suddenly from a heart attack, when he was only about 50 something years old. Asked if he was a very successful man in life, I was told, "No, he lived a very ordinary life, joined all sort of group activities, (sport(s) plus others), and got on pretty well with everyone. All the friends he made, he kept, that was why when he passed away, they all wanted to come to say goodbye to him the last time...."

Hmmmm.... sound like the dead man was quite a character!