I'm sad to say that my Granny passed away on the 12
th. So that being said we had to arrange her funeral. My Granny is from Arkansas and my Grandpa is 
buried there as well so we set 
everything up for the services to be in Lamar, AR (population 1,946, up 17% from 2000)
My dad said to me, "You don't have to go, all we are doing is driving 6 hrs for a 20 min service then driving right back." For those of you who know my dad....that means he wants someone to come but he would NEVER EVER ask. So I rode with my dad. There were hours of 
awkward silence but we made it.
(Let me just say in that little town of NOTHING there was 2 
Mexican stores painted bright green...I swear they are everywhere)
My family, keeping true to their white trash roots, was dressed for a tractor pull instead of a funeral. My Aunt, the one who got the shovel, had on a 
hoodie that zipped up with only a bra on underneath it and 
camo gloves. My uncle had on 
camo pants and my dads cousin had on a orange 
camo jacket. The 
cemetery was 300ft away from a donkey farm. All through the service we heard 
eeeeeeeeoohhhhhhhhhhh.
So my Granny was 
laid to rest in true Arkansas fashion....