There was one near my house a couple years ago. I made the grave mistake of attending. First off, it was an outdoor venue, Cafe my ass. There was some asshole embalmer or some shit chainsmoking and acting all pompous. Most of us didn't smoke, so there was a large number of people coffin the whole time. One guy, he said his name was Paul, he was the bearer of the worst of it. He was spewing and spittling so much that it looked like he had one foot in the grave. After the meeting, Scott, Elias and some guys from the meeting met up and played poker. Scott was the big winner, but I think he was cheating. Scumbag. Anyway, getting off topic will be the death of me.
At the meeting, there was a foreign speaker, I think he was Israeli, and he introduced himself as "Mort," Well, shiiiit. This guy had passion. The rigor Mort is speaking with could rouse the dead, he's telling us all about the Palestinian killing fields, and how death is just one Step in the process of life. There was a woman, Sue, off to the side. She was shook by the vivid imagery of Mort's Jew war stories.
Anyway, after about an hour of poker, it started storming again and the meeting was ended due to natural causes. Scott said the conditions were incompatible with life for the meeting. Keep this post on the D-L, Mort would kill me if I shared the details.