This summer, the husband of a friend passed away. I googled the funeral parlor and double checked the date and time. I put it in my GPS and went to the funeral parlor. I went inside, signed the book, saw a photo of the deceased who looked like he was in his early 30’s. I know my friend is about in her early 60’s so I thought “this must be an old photo.” It soon occurred to me that I was in the wrong service. I found out from the funeral director that there are two funeral parlors by the same name, about five miles apart. I had to go to the other one. I was reminded of this when I just received a thank you card from the family of the “wrong” deceased. They had my name and address from when I signed the guest book.