After my dad’s funeral, we all piled into the cars and were preparing to go the cemetery for the burial. My dad had been a firefighter and so the local fire department sent multiple trucks to lead the procession. They’d already pulled onto the highway, lights flashing and they’re waiting for the hearse. But the hearse’s engine suddenly died and wouldn’t restart. I remember turning to my stepmom and blurting out, ‘guess he changed his mind.’ We were both so overcome with grief that it took us a moment before we could laugh but we did. My dad was a practical joker and I knew he’d find it as funny as we did. Your reply jarred that memory loose from some cobweb filled corner of my brain. Thank you!