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Perfect Day for a Funeral
Rainy, cold, and gloomy.
Sadly, a good friend passed away last week. I got up this morning and mentally prepared myself to say a final goodbye. Showered, shaved, and dressed in the blackest of blacks from head to toe. Picked up a mutual friend, then another, and drove somberly to the church.
Only a few cars graced the parking lot. Curious. The deceased had a lot of friends. Must be the weather. Mourners running late.
We parked, then made our way through the drizzle to the front doors, and entered. Empty. I prayed we didn’t miss the service. I was pretty sure of the time, but checked the invite to be certain. The time was correct, but it’s tomorrow, not today.
Idiots. I tried not to smile, but looked at my friends who were holding back as well. The tension finally broke, and we burst out laughing knowing that our friend was looking down, shaking her head, and laughing with us.
Perfect day for a funeral.
