Vacation Day 6 - 5

When the Bride and I were only dating a couple of months, her father passed away (already the cheeriest opening line of a post EVER!).  He had been sick a long time.  I was talking to Uncle Troy about making some calls for funeral arrangements. 

"What's the name of the funeral home affiliated with the cemetery again?"

"Nashansalwhh."

"What?"

"Nasshinslongh"

"Sorry, one more time...'National Salon?'"  [what the hell kind of name for a funeral home is that?]

Uncle Troy, a Southern gent, takes his time with the dim Yankee and spells out "N A S H and S L A W"

Yep, that's it.

Directly across from Slash and Gnaw LTL Trucking