Yes, the cat was Jewish. I was so proud at his Barmitzvah.

And I'm thinking how awesome it would be to have a Jewish funeral for no apparent reason, conducted by an actual rabbi, for an Irish catholic atheist.

I mean you could call a synagogue and inquire you know? Just don't let the cat outta the bag so to speak.

Just say you want to know if you need to be Jewish for the the Rabbi to come?

How would I explain that? Like, "I'm not religious, but my wife is a stone cold Hebe, and she wants me to have a Jewish funeral. Is that kosher?"

That moment when you walk downstairs to get a glass of water and you find that a painting has fallen off the wall with absolutely no explanation. There was no one else in the house at the time and the painting in question has hung in the same spot untouched for months.

That feeling when something that was probably just about to fall for months finally falls.

Tape this phone call and post it in the MB cafe please. Thank you.

TFW it's probably a poltergeist and you shouldn't try to escape the curse by being rational.

:clap: lol

That feeling when you turn to poltergeists because you can't admit that it was obviously the work of Satan.

Well, I'm sure it was in God's plan.