Last night, when I got on the expressway after work, I noticed that everyone seemed to be driving in the right lane.  In fact, the right lane was packed while the other two lanes were empty.

Since it is not uncommon for the Department of Transportation to close off two lanes for road repair, I concluded that my fellow drivers knew something that I didn’t.  So, I stayed in the far right lane along with everyone else.

But something didn’t feel right.  So, I moved over into one of the empty lanes and proceeded to speed down the expressway.

I was spooked by the fact that the right lane was bumper to bumper and seemed to stretch on for miles.  And while I couldn’t see any  obstruction ahead and there were now signs,  I still felt very strange  speeding along in the left lanes.

Finally, I couldn’t stand the pressure of it any more.  Thinking that there must be an accident ahead, I decided to move over into the right lane.  That is when I noticed the orange flags on all of the cars in the right lane.  It was a funeral procession.  And judging from the number of cars in the right lane, it must have been a big funeral.

Eventually, I would have figured it out since they were all getting off at the same exit.  I made good time getting home.