And it was in one of those churches built in the late 1800's that it all took place - a year ago... One of those "twin parishes"... A parish that was still "solid" - one which had been paired up with another - and the other parish would soon... perish. The funeral was held at St-Maxime when its twin parish, St-Norbert, was on its last throes The year would not end before it did too It was sold, as it was - to one of 3 bidders... The Syrian Catholics won out with a bid of 1 MILLION DOLLARS... over the "baptist Arabs" (?) who, sensing they would not get it, only bid 950,000$... but it was going to be IN CASH. And the 3rd bidder was also Syrian... but Orthodox - with a bid in excess of a million (100,000$ extra, to be precise)
The St-Maxime council decided to cash in the lone Catholic bid of the three...
A short time after pocketing the modest sum I paid for a funeral just before Palm Sunday.
Money keeps pouring in, after all... Even with attendance at an all-time low... But that is another story...
The sad story here is that of many who are no more no longer "with us"...
And so many favorites disappeared in 2006, in some way or another: the host of a radio show that both Dad and I used to listen to on a weekly basis... the perennial candidate in my electoral county (a certain doubting Thomas - last name: Mulcair) ... a singer exactly the same age as my sire... a cabaret artist I took after, somewhat... the aforementioned St-Norbert parish... a French actor with a voice and a particular appendice quite similar to my own... several other stalwarts, verily - too many to list... and my dear saintly father. ---
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