First the joke I wrote while waiting behind the gauze curtains at a Jewish funeral. The first joke I would ever write.
Let me set the scene: Forest Lawn in Burbank, California. The year 1996. The chapel – is it called a chapel? Is spilling over. There are well over 200 guests and not enough seats so some people will be outside.
“I think I might need my dad’s cane here today and maybe his brace. God knows I have his balls.”
I looked straight into the audience and saw Red Buttons and Shecky Greene laughing. That’s when I knew I had this. Though I’m not great at public speaking. It’s my biggest fear – among so many fears. Maybe I didn’t inherit the large balls after all. My father was fearless. Oh, did I mention this is my dad’s funeral? Now you know.
The beauty of my father was – well – so many things I’ll try and share with you. But one of them being that he would grade you. He’d give everyone an A or 100%. But, it was always a perfect score. So, first off, I’d like to give my dad 100 for being the best dad a little girl could ever have. (more…)