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April 24, 2014
Memorial service for Mickey Easterling
The arrangements included a display of Ms. Easterling's body, sitting on a wrought-iron bench, with a Champagne glass in one hand and a cigarette holder in another. "She loved the limelight. She loved the attention," her daughter, Nanci Myke Easterling, told NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune last week. "She was flamboyant. She had flair. She was outrageous." - - NOLA.com
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Well, dead is dead no matter how you look at it.
I knew a couple had this dog named Teddy. He was a good 'un, a mutt but mostly Labrador Retriever. When Teddy got up in age it was time to put him down. He was suffering, the hips, incontinence, so forth. After they left the Vet's they took Teddy to this friend of theirs was a taxidermist. He worked on Teddy and the couple have him to this day sitting in their living room.
It seems to me like they don't want to let go, allow the most natural and basic dynamics of Life to unfold: birth, youth, maturity, old age, death. Pretty straightforward to me.
Posted by: chasmatic at April 24, 2014 4:43 AM
Well, if the dead can vote in Chicago, why can't they party in New Orleans?
Seems symmetrical somehow. Life among the unnatural.
Posted by: ed in texas at April 24, 2014 5:15 AM
Went to a funeral last year where departed was reclining on cushions, as if having fallen asleep reading. It's given me nightmares to this day.
Posted by: Fausta at April 24, 2014 9:09 AM
The world is probably a better place without her.
Posted by: ghostsniper at April 24, 2014 1:46 PM