Hmmm…
I was sitting at my desk today and I heard a clip-clop, clip-clop. Ran to the window, and I saw this ^^^
Not literally that. I whipped my cellphone out, but it didn’t wake up fast enough and the hearse clopped up the hill out of sight. I stole this picture from this funeral website.
I tried to find a picture from the actual funeral home, but I couldn’t because – are you ready for this? – there wasn’t a funeral scheduled in my town today.
Must be a private service. I’ll have to ask someone from church. I can’t possibly have seen a phantom hearse. I’m as psychic as a potato.
Posted: September 20th, 2021 under personal.
Comments: 6
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Comment from durnedyankee
Time: September 20, 2021, 11:21 pm
Ah, sure now, the Cóiste Bodhar (pronounced coach-a-bower) is black it is it is, and that driver has his head, and it’s four black horses, not 2 white.
That’s the glass party tea coach for the fairies, as sure as the day is long.
Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: September 20, 2021, 11:25 pm
It’s possible it was a dry run or a training run.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 21, 2021, 4:28 am
Are there any Koreans in the neighborhood? Black is the traditional funereal color for us Westerners, but for Koreans white accoutrements are de rigor.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 21, 2021, 4:46 am
” Ask Not For Whom The Hearse Rolls…. “
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 21, 2021, 4:10 pm
I phoned the church warden and found out. She was someone who had lived in the town for many years, but nobody knew her. The warden was a little bothered by that.
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: September 21, 2021, 6:11 pm
Those horses sure have a short wheel-base. When I first saw the photo I thought it was a miniature (no doubt there’s someone in the UK who makes miniatures of funeral coaches).
P.S. It was very kind of you to enquire about the person, Stoaty.
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