...brings back a memory & smiles.
Mom & Dad were married back in 1936 by a priest (Mom was very Catholic) but not in a church (Dad not religious) . Spin ahead 34 years as my now ex-brother-in-law/wannabe lawyer/ongoing a$$hole is about to be baptized in order to satisfy my sister's need for a good Catholic wedding/marriage (she got one of those).
As this typical, solemn, quiet, though echoing ceremony began, my father sat between me and the future b-i-l's father (a good man). Dad decided to describe his own version of this event to the future b-i-l's father...in a voice which was just loud enough for all around him to hear...it also resulted in my very loud belched laugh drawing even more attention to the words.
So Dad says...Roselyn & her family wanted me to get baptized before we got married. I went through the lessons, listened to the priest. When it came time to be baptized and was asked if I accepted all it required me to believe, I told the priest "no, there are already way too many hypocrites in the church".
Mom got the last word though...Dad was unconscious, on his literal death bed when Mom had a priest baptize him...no questions asked. When he came to, unable to speak because of a very bad stroke, he was told what happened & cried. Always wanted to read his mind those last couple days.
