funer

They're goin' over to the hall to practice for the funer'l.

"I wonder when the funer'l's goin' to be," said his neighbor, Silas Kneebone.

There was some sort of—of funer'l, wasn't there, in town today?

"Wasn't there—wasn't there a funer'l for somebody today?" he asked mysteriously.

She seized her gingham apron by the hem, and, using the underside, proceeded to remove the incriminating stains, remarking, "I'm mighty glad you tol' me, kaze ef ol' Miss Polly had seed dat—well, she done preach my funer'l once, an' I don't want ter hear it no mo'."