The funeral

It seems like I’ve been going to a lot more funerals recently. All of my dad’s cousins are getting up there in age, and as is natural, they are passing on. And it’s always sad to see one of them go, because they are all (in gerneral) such good people.


I have to say, the extended family is hysterical at funerals (or family gatherings in general … it just seems that funerals are the thing where everyone seems to get together anymore). They will never hesitate to break stones, no matter where you are at. I don’t want to get into details, because if you aren’t from the family, it would probably sound very mean-spirited. But trust me on this … there were shots being thrown about the deceased as well as the other members in attendance. I was nearly crying from laughter, not sadness.

And you know, in hindsight, I’m kinda thankful for it. Because if there’s ever a memory to take away from a funeral, it’s of all of them together, telling stories, breaking each other’s stones, and laughing.


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