Stripper funerals
Friday, November 7, 2008 9:45 PM
I happened to recall a stripper funeral I attended many years ago (early 90s).
A dancer at Cheetah (in Atlanta) had committed suicide (or had been murdered, perhaps... there was always some question, but finally it was ruled a suicide) by self-inflicted gunshot wound. I can't recall her name, unfortunately (reason forthcoming.)
On the evening it happened, I was at the apartment of a couple of the "Cheetah girls" (as they style themselves) and as the evening wound on and the news unfolded, there were about half a dozen girls gathered in this apartment. There was some discussion of who EXACTLY it was who had died, and finally it came down to a description of her pussy which got the "ah... oh my God" reactions of recognition. It was pretty surreal, but I too thought I knew who they were referring to.
So it happened that we all drove together - in one bartender's van - down to a Baptist church in Tifton, GA. There were perhaps 6-8 strippers in what can only be described as "stripper funeral outfits". When we arrived, the dead girl's conservative family and the townsfolk were quite mortified. What happened next - (i) I looked in the coffin, and had no idea who the girl was, (ii) the minister lambasted the dead girl for her life of sin and the corruption of her friends, (iii) it rained at the grave site, ruining the copious big hair there and (iv) the other strippers bitterly criticized the dead girl's cosmetic makeover... one d-cupper actually commented "she wouldn't have been caught dead like that if she were alive".
A stripper funeral: something to remember...
O.
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