more post Halloween

I heard from my friend Don on my blog from yesterday. I think I have discovered a whole new topic for a blog site. Stories from growing up the child of a funeral director! Come to think of it, there probably is one already! Enjoy Don’s response.

Halloween was a cool time when we lived next to the funeral home. We had a circular driveway that went in front of our house and exited at the front of the chapel (the hearse could be loaded prior to the drive to the cemetery just beyond our front door). At any rate, the three Meyer kids would convince our doubting parents that THIS year would be different on Halloween. We assured them that we had invited all of the neighbor kids who lived in "normal" homes down the block that it was safe to come to our front door at night. We sold our parents on the notion that they should stock up on lots of candy for the Trick or Treaters.

Of course the three of us were lying through our teeth. No self respecting kid goes to the front door of the residence on the property of a funeral home at ANY time, let alone Halloween. No one came. They never came. We were left with loads of uneaten candy. And each successive year we would plead our case that kids would come on Halloween. Lies, all lies. But, our parents (bless their souls!) would relent each year and each year we put our teeth and blood sugar count in danger.

I’m just lucky I'm not a diabetic thanks to the excessive candy from Halloween!