Funerals are never fun, but funerals of the virtuous and impossibly beloved are downright depressing. Listening to how his life touched others, I found it impossible not to take stock of myself. "Man. I gotta make some changes." I surveyed the hundreds of grievers in attendance. "I don't even know this many people. How many would show up for me? Hrm. Maybe if I pretend it's the reading of my will."
I'll tell ya one thing that ain't happening at my service: an open mic. As person after person spoke of how the deceased touched their lives, I imagined my friends similarly passing around a mic.
"Sumbitch died owing me money, just like he always said he would," Katrina says.It's not worth it. I choose life."He hit me," Dorkass offers.
"Me too," her little sister chimes.
"Dating him was like living near radioactive waste," Maddie says. "After a time, your blood just starts to turn bad."
Allie pats the casket fondly. "Thanks for the power of attorney."
A minister bows his head, hushes the crowd, and speaks. "Uh, the check from the estate bounced. Who's covering this?"
"John was my role model and mentor," Elizabeth says. "Fuck him."
"He creeped me out and I'm relieved he's dead," Courtney says. "I'm just here to poke the corpse with a stick."
My family checks in. "Mine! Mine! MINE!"
"Speaking of when I played for the Bengals..." Dirt will begin.
Sue staple-guns a note to the casket. "I made you a list of things to do differently in your next life."
"The casket is really ugly," Minette declares.
"He didn't know what it's like to be black," someone chides.
"He was my brother," Percy sniffs. "I will miss him every single day."