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Monday, April 14, 2014

L is for Lost

About 16 years ago, after moving from Los Angeles to Missouri to be near our families, my husband worked for a short time as a funeral director, helping his father at the family's mortuary.

One day, the mortuary received a call that the family of an elderly woman who had passed away in Nashville wanted to bury her in Joplin. A funeral home in Nashville would take care of preparing the body (yes, that means embalming it). It was about the same cost to fly the body to Joplin as it would be to drive there and pick her up, and since I used to live in Nashville, my father in law gave us the chance to go spend a day or so there, then drive the woman back to Joplin for a service and burial. Which we did. No problems.

Until there was a problem.

We were on our way back from Nashville, driving the mortuary's Suburban with the woman in the back, covered with a sheet and a cot cover (think fuzzy blanket).  We were near Poplar Bluff, and as chief navigator, I mayyyyyybe wasn’t entirely paying attention to road signs (there's a tricky turn there, if you aren't paying attention AND are eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts) and took us a little off our course, into the hills and hollers of south central Missouri (remember Deliverance?). 
As soon as I realized we were headed in the wrong direction, I had my husband turn and head west at the first possible paved road. We didn’t have a map, because we didn’t NEED a stinkin’ map (so says I, having made that trip DOZENS of times over the years). We were in the middle of NOWHERE (do you hear the banjo playing?), on a county road that wound through the Mark Twain National Forest, when we rounded a curve and came upon a road block, set up by a highway patrolman.
My husband pulled to a stop and rolled down the window, and the patrolman approached our car. 

"Uhh, are you looking for someone?" my husband asked, thinking a bank robber or maybe an ax murderer was on the lam in the area.

"No," said the patrolman, as pleasant as can be. "Just a routine registration and proof of insurance check."

Now, even though we were doing nothing wrong, my husband immediately started sweating. He began rummaging through the glove compartment, looking for the registration and proof of insurance. I kept eating doughnuts.

Did I mention that it's state law to have your registration and proof of insurance inside the vehicle? Because it is.

My husband, his forehead glistening with sweat as he dug through the paperwork in the glove compartment, kept repeating, “I’m a licensed funeral director and this is my dad’s car” over and over and over. The more he looked for it, the more he sweat, because he couldn’t find the paperwork anywhere. The patrolman patiently waited, making small talk about the weather.

Finally, I leaned over my sweating husband and said to the patrolman, "My husband missed a turn, and we're a little lost. Can you tell us how to get back on Highway 60?"

Exclaiming that we were, indeed, really lost, given where we had ended up and where we meant to be, he gave us directions and sent us on our way, telling us to have a good day.
And apparently forgot that he never saw our registration and proof of insurance – whew! (although I found it not long after we pulled away while trying to put all the papers BACK in the glove compartment).
And we never had to explain why we had a dead body in the back of the Suburban, on a cot with a blanket over her, because he never noticed it – double whew!

18 comments:

  1. That was unbelievable (yet believable!!!) and incredibly well described--I was laughing AND nervous and made so much noise I woke up Jim!!! xox jean

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    1. I don't know why my husband got so nervous over the whole thing. It's not against the law to drive around with a body in the car. Hard to explain, maybe, but not against the law.

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  2. Just Missouri, Lizzi. Horror movie enough.

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  3. I thought for sure you were going to say that you lost the body...and I won't even tell you how excited I got at the idea of that.

    BTW I don't know what's wrong with me.

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    1. We were the only lost bodies. It would have made a better story, though, if we had lost her.

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    1. We were a little concerned with the abilities of the highway patrolman that he didn't notice a body in the back of the vehicle. Shouldn't he notice things like that?

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  5. Reading the heading I thought of more adventure- like dead body lost or something
    Thnak god this was better :) but ya a close call

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    1. I was afraid my husband looked so suspicious of SOMETHING illegal that he would get arrested. And we weren't doing anything illegal, unless eating two dozen doughnuts is illegal?

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  6. Wow!! That is a hair-raising adventure!!

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  7. Im with Mrs. AR although I cant say I was all excited about it... ok , maybe a little....

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    1. The closest we ever came to losing a body was when we had picked one up at the airport in Tulsa and were hurtling down the turnpike with the back door of the vehicle unlocked. It was probably not very likely that the door would have flown open, but the thought of it made us both cringe and giggle hysterically.

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  8. What a great story! Krispy Kreme's can definitely be a distraction...Glad you made it back to civilization ok.

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    1. It really is a tricky turn, with or without the Krispy Kremes....

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  9. I am a bit behind on leaving comments (in case you haven't seen!). I love this story, and I love how anxious your husband was all the while you kept your cool. You must be a natural at diffusing awkward situations. ;)

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  10. Yikes, I wouldn't have been as nervous being unable to find my papers. I'd be more nervous that the cop himself wasn't a cop and instead said ax murderer! Routine roadblock? What the... creepy lol

    If it had been at least Krispy Kremes would have been your last meal?

    Jak at The Cryton Chronicles & Dreams in the Shade of Ink

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