MandM
Free Member
Some of you will know that as well as the motorhome we also have a boat. There are many parallels that can be drawn between both hobbies. There are all sorts of stories told about boating and boaters. Some are worth recounting again. Today's story is no exception.
A man was stood outside a canalside cafe with his usual cup of morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching down the canal. There was a coffin being carried on an open deck boat, which was being followed by a second coffin also on an open deck about 50 Feet behind the first tug. Behind the second boat was a solitary man in a small cruiser with a very large dog.
A short distance behind the man and dog in the cruiser, were about 200 mourners who were all men and walking in single file along the tow path. It was very solemn, reverent and at the same time an eerie sight to behold. The man with the coffee stood to attention and removed his hat and bowed his head. After both coffins had passed he stood at ease and continued to observe the unusual happenings.
As the small cruiser drew level, the man couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He respectfully approached the man in the cruiser with what on closer inspection looked to be a huge Irish Wolfhound. He said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you; but I've never seen a funeral like this before. Whose funeral is it?" "My wife's.", answered the man in mourning. ''What happened to her?", the curious man asked. The man in mourning replied, "She yelled at me, and my dog attacked and killed her." He inquired further, "But who is in the second coffin?" The man in mourning answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her."
A very poignant and touching moment of brotherhood and silence, passed between the two men. The man asked "Can I borrow the dog?" The man in mourning replied, "Get in line."
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