This morning I received word that another one of my favorite older parishioners died (yes, I realize I am on quite a roll). His family came up and I met with them at the nursing home. I ate lunch with them and then they invited me to his room, warning me that he was still in there as the body was not scheduled to be picked up until 3pm.
The windows were wide open as to keep the room as cold as possible and they left me in there to pay my final respects. As they shut the door behind me and I walked around the curtain to say good-bye it struck me very suddenly what I had to do but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate.
I stopped and listened for any nurses or family coming back and then...
I used his bathroom.
Hey, when you gotta go; you gotta go.