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Just shortly after my parents were married, a news radio program announced mid-morning that they'd recovered the mangled body of so-and-so (my dad) who had died in a violent car wreck or something. She heard it on a coworker's radio at work. She went home for the day, called all the relatives, made funeral arrangements, and was headed down to the morgue to pick up the body when my dad walked in the door. It had been some other guy by the same name, apparently (and he doesn't have a terribly common name.)
What I wouldn't give to have seen the look on her face right then...
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