The afternoon service at Sparkman Hillcrest Funeral Home started off subdued and solemn, appropriate for anyone recently deceased--except the woman being buried this day. The folks at this public gathering on February 22 to mourn the premature passing of Priscilla Davis were pretty much what one would expect: women with spider mascara and cotton-candy hair; macho men with boots and big silver belt buckles; a couple of drag queens (out of makeup); Oak Lawn's gay male club habitués, with moussed-brittle hair and exotic eyewear; dark-suited lawyers, journalists, and executives with prominent names on their business cards. It's just that I didn't expect them to be so, well, toned-down and yet so dressed-up at the same time. Sadness had drained the color out of the diverse types who populated the life of Davis, who died February 19 at age 59. She succumbed to complications from breast cancer while comatose in her apartment with daughter Dee... More >>>