So I’m not going to try to make fun of this, because there are no good “oh hey, a kid died” jokes. I’m just going to say that after years of Goodwill shopping, this is one of the darker finds I’ve seen, with a “Why did they donate that?” factor of at least a 6.
Quietly nestled in the gently-used-and-demolished art, underneath someone’s Aunt’s mediocre seascape, this poor guy. I can only assume the picture was left over from a memorial service, maybe his only snappy dress photo, maybe a last photo? Who could say.
Details: spare. Even before blurring out and cropping and such, it was very much “names of family, name of funeral home.”
It’s times like this, looking at my reflection in a teenager’s final memento, I reach for my phone and text my sister.
When I die, please don’t donate me to Goodwill. At least give me to the Salvation Army, they’d charge more than a dollar.
Goodwill on Parmer near I35, Austin
2 Responses to “Not funny, just creepy”
Criminy! And I thought the time I found a WWII veterans memorobilia and photos on the trash that it was a bummer. At least that guy lived to be 80
The Victorians used to photograph dead people.