Sadly, people die. Wakes take place. Family and friends gather. The deceased lies there, oblivious. People check their messages. Some text. There are awkward introductions between long separated relatives.
Strangers arrive, those who knew the deceased, but had no connection to the family. Time passes. Kids get restless and chase each other in the lobby. Funeral parlor employees try to look professionally subdued. Snacks get eaten. Some go out to dinner and return. Others make it quick, in and out. I took a long walk.
The flowers and photos are perused. I don't want any of this stuff. Maybe a priest saying something nice about me. No open casket. No viewing. No fuss. Incinerate me, go on with your life.
My uncle led a terrific 96 plus year life; he did everything he wanted. Died in peace. Always chuckled at life's absurdities.
The guy was never bitter. Opinionated, but never bitter. Taught through his attitude. Now he's playing golf with Bing Crosby.
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