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May. 20th, 2004 04:45 pmFrom Etiquette Hell...
A close friend of mine once told me about her white trash cousin's baby's funeral, and to this day it grosses me out. The baby girl had been stillborn, and for the funeral they picked out a nice frilly dress and fixed her up like a beautiful doll. At some point during the viewing, some of the redneck relatives (the mother included) decided the baby was so cute, they just had to pass her around and then posed with the baby for pictures like it was some party!! They were so proud of the pictures they carried them around and tried to show them to everyone, myself included. I managed to avoid seeing them and now avoid the entire creepy family.
*shudders* How can anybody DO that? This one has to be made up. I can't believe anybody would ever pass around the dead baby and pose taking pictures like that.
Of course, it reminds me of a story my Bonnemaman told, where somebody she knew was sitting in the park with her baby, and the baby was crying and fussy. So the mother looked at other babies and felt just so guilty because there was one mother with her baby sleeping quietly in the park. But it turned out that the baby had died there in the stroller, and nobody knew.
A close friend of mine once told me about her white trash cousin's baby's funeral, and to this day it grosses me out. The baby girl had been stillborn, and for the funeral they picked out a nice frilly dress and fixed her up like a beautiful doll. At some point during the viewing, some of the redneck relatives (the mother included) decided the baby was so cute, they just had to pass her around and then posed with the baby for pictures like it was some party!! They were so proud of the pictures they carried them around and tried to show them to everyone, myself included. I managed to avoid seeing them and now avoid the entire creepy family.
*shudders* How can anybody DO that? This one has to be made up. I can't believe anybody would ever pass around the dead baby and pose taking pictures like that.
Of course, it reminds me of a story my Bonnemaman told, where somebody she knew was sitting in the park with her baby, and the baby was crying and fussy. So the mother looked at other babies and felt just so guilty because there was one mother with her baby sleeping quietly in the park. But it turned out that the baby had died there in the stroller, and nobody knew.