When I was a child, we lived on a street with a funeral home on the corner. For some reason, I, as well as several neighbor kids, seemed to think this was the only funeral home in town (our town was NOT that small). This led to speculation about what they did with the dead people while waiting for the funeral. We decided, since it wasn't a large place, that they stored them in a secret room under the parking lot. After deciding that, some of the kids didn't want to ride their bikes or skateboards in the lot, even though it was the best place around for practicing tricks.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- My mom told me one day that she was going to a funeral. I thought it was a place to buy fruit.— Paulette
- I used to think that at funeral homes, dead bodies were propped up on the furniture, just hanging out!— pam
- I used to believe that a funeral organist was the person who collected the body parts of the deadAnon
- My great grandmother died when I was 9. I didn't go to the funeral because I thought she'd be a skeleton. — Angela
- When you saw a funeral go by, you had to grab a button on your shirt.Anon
- i used to believe that when i was in funeral the person in the casket was just asleep for a while— Edgar