A Faux Pas

This morning at around 10:25am I headed to campus to run and do some lab work. I was in my athletic clothing with a strip of t-shirt acting as a headband, and I was blasting Petula Clark's "Downtown" with the window open. I stopped at the end of the street and proceeded to sing along while I waited for an opening in the traffic.

After I had belted out that there are "movie shows, Downtown" I realized I had been stopped for longer than normal. I continued singing, but unfocusedly examined the traffic at the same time-- and eventually I noticed these on the cars:
I had been singing the whole time and by the time I realized it was a slow-moving and well-attended funeral, the song was practically over.

I don't know how many of them had their windows open, or how many of them noticed my passionate accompaniment to the horrifically upbeat song, but I do know that I had to wait 5 whole minutes to make a right-handed turn on to Moody St. While waiting and singing, I made a mental addendum to my own personal Funeral Specifications list: everybody goes their own separate ways afterwards-- none of this parade crap. Or at the very least I would encourage carpooling. I'm thinking 7 black Windstar minivans to carry guests to and from the event. I haven't decided what type of event it's going to be yet-- maybe just your standard funeral.

In the end, I didn't really feel bad for having ignored their presence. They're asking for this kind of thing if they process down Moody St-- it's not a very classy street.