Caughman-harman Funeral Home - West Columbia

Alright, gather 'round, folks. I've got a tale to tell about a place that's been around the block a time or two, and I mean that literally. We're talking about the Caughman-Harman Funeral Home in West Columbia. Now, don't go running for the hills, this isn't a horror story, it's more like a... well, a 'funeral home comedy of errors', if you will.

Where It All Began

Picture this: back in the 1920s, a fella named W.C. Caughman decided to set up shop in West Columbia. He was like the original ' undertaker to the stars', but instead of Hollywood, he was serving up the good folks of South Carolina. His motto? 'We're here to make your final exit as comfortable as possible. Well, as comfortable as it can be, considering the circumstances.'

Now, W.C. wasn't your average funeral director. He was a man of many talents. He could embalm like a pro, he could drive a hearse like he was in the Indy 500, and he could tell a joke that would make a sailor blush. His favorite? 'Why don't skeletons fight each other? They don't have the guts.' ba dum tss

Enter the Harman

Fast forward a few decades, and in walks James Harman. He was W.C.'s apprentice, and let me tell you, he was a quick learner. He could make a corpse look like they were just taking a little nap. His secret? He'd whisper sweet nothings into their ears, like 'You're looking a little pale, mind if I turn up the heat?'

James was also a bit of a prankster. One time, he swapped out the flowers at a wake with a bunch of rubber chickens. The mourners didn't notice until they went in for a hug. Talk about a 'chicken' situation!

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The Great Coffin Caper

Now, here's where things get a little... coffin-ish. So, there was this one time, W.C. and James were working late, and they got a little too into their jobs. They started a competition to see who could make the most elaborate coffin. W.C. went all out with velvet and gold trim, while James opted for a more... unique approach. He lined his coffin with bubble wrap.

You can imagine the chaos when they both tried to carry their masterpieces at the same time. W.C.'s coffin was so heavy, he had to take it in shifts. Meanwhile, James' coffin was so light, it kept floating away. They looked like a couple of Keystone Cops, running around trying to catch a coffin. It was a sight to behold, or so I've heard. I wasn't there, I swear!

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Present Day

Today, the Caughman-Harman Funeral Home is still standing, still serving, and still finding the humor in the most unexpected places. They've got a state-of-the-art crematorium now, but they still keep W.C.'s old embalming table as a reminder of where they came from. And they've got a wall of fame dedicated to their favorite jokes. My personal favorite? 'Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.'

So, the next time you're in West Columbia, and you see that grand old building, you'll know it's not just a funeral home. It's a place where laughter echoes, where pranks are played, and where the final exit is as unique as the person taking it. And hey, if you've got a good joke, they'd love to hear it. Just don't tell them I sent you. I've got a feeling they'd make me walk the plank... or something worse.