From our friend Ellen, who teaches journalism down yonder:
Overheard in a convenience store in Duck Hill, Mississippi:
One of the attendants was sweeping up and talking to a customer seated at a table. They were discussing someone who had died.
"It's what they call a 'memorial service' It will have a big picture of her there." the attendant said.
"Won't be no open casket?" the customer said.
"No, the casket won't be there. It's still in Jackson."
The customer continued to ask questions about the burial until the woman sweeping up dropped her dust pan, straightened up, put her hand on her hip, and said loudly to him:
"Well, she can't be buried without her head, now can she?"
"Nope, I guess not," the man said.
Then he went back to drinking his coffee, and she went back to sweeping.
Eudora Welty always said that to be a writer in Mississippi, you don't
have to know how to write, you just have to know how to listen.
Amen to that, sister...