“Don’t tell me they’re not burning bodies. I was at the ovens at Auschwitz.”
Good evening, and welcome to another episode of Lawyers & Liquor Presents Freaky Friday. I’m your host, the BOOzy Barrister, here to guide you through the dark world of human, and not-so-human, nature as we explore the paranormal, the macabre, the spooky, and the downright sickening aspects of the law. This month, we have a real treat for you, a home cooked meal if you wish, arising from the curious case of Pasadena California’s Lamb Funeral Home and its erstwhile owner, David Sconce, whose attempts to make it exceedingly clear “You can’t take it with you” led to a massive reform of the California mortuary laws and regulations.
Before we begin, let’s get something serious out of the way. Choosing a proper funeral home is important. Making sure your will and testament is in place before you pass away gives you the choice of where you’ll go after you pass away, and the horrific events that are detailed in this story no longer come to pass thanks to a change in the law. This means you can plan for you, or your loved one, to be cremated at Riemann family funeral homes or others without the concerns that may be raised by reading on.
All good? Fantastic. Without further adieu, let’s fire up the crematory ovens as we step back in time thirty years to sunny Pasadena, California and the Lamb Funeral Home, where in the depths of the ovens something sinister has begun.
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I try not to be overtly political. Anyone who reads this blog, or my Twitter, knows that I’m a liberal and I have no great fondness for the current administration. Anyone who talks to me knows that I had high hopes the orange-tinted blowhard – who has been systematically rejected by the New York society he wished so desperately to join – would not be welcomed into the White House on a tide of nationalistic, protectionist, and isolationist sentiment. Those who know me know that I sighed the night of the election, and I have sighed every day since.
However, despite all of that, I smile and say “I hope he does well, and I hope his presidency is a successful and prosperous one.” Because despite political or ideological affiliations, I’m an American first and foremost, and despite my misgivings about Mr. Trump I certainly do want good things to happen to this nation that I love.
Unfortunately, I’ve failed to realize that what I think of as “good things” are not the same things others think of as good. Like welcoming all those to our shores who seek a better life, a will to work, and the desire to become as American as you or I. I think that’s the bedrock of this great experiment, the “city on the hill” that Reagan spoke of, the poem on the base of the Statue of Liberty that overlooks the entryway into the very city that bred our current President: all those who wish to become a part of this dream, who wish to be a part of our country, who wish to make us smart and strong and profitable are welcome.
Apparently, Mr. Trump does not agree with me.
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