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I wasn't going to comment on my grandfather's funeral in Florida, but I've changed my mind. Just a few words on the rabbi:
He was over an hour late. This was due to traffic -- although one of the mourners, coming from the same direction, managed to make it nearly on time by taking backstreets.
He arrived wearing:
My aunt had given him some anecdotes about my grandfather the day before. She was concerned about whether the rabbi had gotten everything down properly, because the conversation happened over a cell phone, while he was driving. My aunt took him aside right before the ceremony to make sure he had everything straight. It was a good thing she did -- he had everything completely mangled.
The non-mangled eulogy wasn't a big improvement. He managed to get my grandfather's Hebrew name wrong, and he mangled a few of the dates. (Grandpa came to the States in 1920, not 1912 -- a significant distinction, because he spent those eight formative years starving in war-torn Poland.)
On the other hand, he drove off in a Mercedes S500 sedan. I can only surmise that the whole late-to-the-funeral, wear-tacky-clothes, and offend-the-grieving-aunts-and-cousins gig is, at some level, working out for him.
Posted by Evan Goer on Feb. 13, 2002 at 9:36 AM
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