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86 days ago
Woody passed at a relatively young age of 68. His wife of 43 years Bella and his three grown children, a daughter and two sons attended the funeral along with members of his extended family and friends.Pastor Frank held a glowing eulogy praising the work Woody had done helping to restore the old but venerable church interior back to it’s former glory using the woodworking skills he had attained during his lifelong hobby. After the service everyone dutifully filed by the coffin to see Woody one last time and then outside to the graveside ceremony.
Later, Bella served a nice buffet to those who had attended. Those present were sober faced and respectful with voices kept in low and speaking in reassuring tones so as to comfort Woody’s wife and children. But the truth be told, Bella was not so sad. Just thinking about all the years of suffering strict household budgets just to fund Woody’s insatiable craving for new and better tools just made her feel bitter, not to mention how difficult it was to get him out of the shop on the weekends to go for a drive or to visit friends and family. She could still hear the dust removal system screaming in the basement and the sound of machines eating up wood at all hours of the day and night. Expensive wood from around the world no less, with half of it left laying around in small heaps here and there. ‘Cut-offs’ Woody called them, like they were worthless outcasts, but still to be hoarded like exotic treasures. Yes thought Bella, I am truly glad to be rid of him!
Meanwhile Woody suddenly found himself in a dimly lit corridor leading to a rather large ornate door. He was surprised to find himself there, as the last thing he remembered was sitting on his patio having a few beers while barbecuing some ribs over the Hickory scraps he saved for such occasions. His favorite pastime next to woodworking.
He approached the door cautiously not knowing what to expect, but just before reaching out to turn the knob, the door slowly opened and Woody came face to face with a man standing before him. Welcome said the man. We have been awaiting your arrival for some time now and the day has finally arrived!
Taken aback at this unusual greeting, Woody asked the man why he was here. The man replied that he shouldn’t be alarmed, but that he had passed away peacefully at home, and after a review of his life he had been chosen to come to this place. In shock at the news of his death, Woody could only stare at the man in disbelief. You mean I’ve come here to the other side? Yes said the man, would you like to have a look? Uh, yes, of course. With that the man stepped aside to reveal a vast forest of virtually every type of known tree, it’s size beyond comprehension. Gazing at this incredible scene, Woody became utterly enthralled. This is absolutely wonderful he said. Yes said the man with a devilish grin, all this wood available to keep the fire burning.
-- Mike, American in Norway