sentri

so you haven't been to a funeral? well, i can tell you how it goes. first, there will be some priest, probably someone the dead guy didn't even know and probably wouldn't like. he will say some crap that is so stupid that you will say 'thank jesus i'm an athiest'. unless you're not, i mean, and then maybe you'll think it's sweet. i don't know.

then someone will probably drag some little children up to speak (because they think it's cute and don't realize it's emotionally scarring them). the little children will probably say something hideously inappropriate ("i miss grandma because she always bought me power rangers and i love power rangers"). the women will cry, the men will adjust their dusty ties.

then the adults will speak. it's always the same, i think- 'so-and-so spread so much love is his lifetime. let's give back by continuing to pass on his love to others'. blah blah blah.

my rough draft read something like 'shit happens'. but the family's catholic so i finally, grudgingly, dolled it up with a bit of that 'fondest memories and deepest sympathies' sort of stuff. otherwise, who knows, they might try to 'cast out my demons ' later in the day. and i'll have a train to catch.

..and anyway, don't worry too much about me, i'm always emotionally destroyed. this isn't anything new. just the icing on my shit cake.

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