benny_toe wrote:
The graveside service just barely finished, when there was massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, 'Well, she's there.'
True life story: When my Dad was growing up in High Point NC there was a retired military man next door that was known as "Captain Rankin." He was apparently a gruff ol' fellow, didn't put up with any foolishness and would let the neighborhood kids know when he considered them "out of line." Kind of the original "Get off my lawn!" kind of guy. He died in the winter time, according to my Dad, it was cold and rainy in High Point. On the day of his funeral, there was a thunderstorm, a real oddity in that part of the world at that time of year. People said it was Captain Rankin, letting 'em know how he wanted stuff done in heaven...
Fast forward a few decades. My Dad died in February of '72. It was cold and rainy. On the day of his funeral, there was a thunderstorm... Seemed appropriate to me.
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