I went to a funeral today and during the sermon, I heard the following remarks:

"...and we shall all be reunited someday at the homeboy reunion..."

and

"We must bless the microwave."

This was actually one of the most positive funerals I've ever attended. The pastor did an excellent job of conveying a message of love and hope to the family.

And the smells of greens, ham and cornbread wafting from some unseen kitchen elsewhere in the church?

Heavenly.