So yesterday, I'm giving a preacher (yes, living) a ride in the hearse back up to the funeral home from the cemetery.
His eyes catche my flashy engagement ring and he asks me a whole bunch of questions about Boots and when I'm getting married...blah, blah, blah...the regular rigamaroll.
When I stop to let him out at his truck, he reaches over and grabs my hand and starts to pray for mine and Boots marriage.
Something about protection on the highways and criminals and mostly just Boots related stuff.
He never prayed for me not kill him or anything like that.
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