DAD CAN I BORROW THE HEARSE?

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Located within the boundaries of one of the East Side of Detroit's bluest of blue collar neighborhoods 9074 St. Cyril Avenue served a dual purpose - funeral home and family residence. Occupying the first floor of the impressive yellow bricked structure from 1942 until 1978 was the Van Kula Funeral Home - the second floor I called home.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>For over four decades I was associated with death and dying on an almost daily occurrence. Residing over a funeral home with five siblings added to the plenitude of memories - poignant humorous and enduring.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>As an observer and eventual practitioner of one of the world's oldest professions I have borne witness to human nature under the most demanding of emotional circumstances. In DAD CAN I BORROW THE HEARSE? I have attempted to present a summary of events as they related to me - The Funeral Director's Kid.</span></p>