Originally Posted by
DevilAlumna
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A couple years ago, my husband's grandmother passed away (90+, lived a full life, a "good" death, if you will.) The funeral was in Spokane in December; my brother-in-law (Mr. DA's brother) and wife drove into town that morning, headed straight to the funeral home.
Somewhere along the way, they managed to whack a sparrow, which was smashed/frozen on the front license plate when they pulled into the parking lot. We helped them find a broom and clean off the carcass, then headed into the service.
Turned out, grandma was a huge fan of hymns and Christian music, so there was a half-hour of audience singing; one of the songs was "Eye upon the sparrow." Bro-in-law looked at me, and we both started to crack up! Let me tell you, my sides hurt for days afterwards, trying to hold in the guffaws; luckily, muffled laughter and tears look a lot like muffled sadness and tears, if you keep your head down. To this day, I can't hear mention of sparrows without laughing.