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Funeral

I felt like it should be raining. On TV, whenever someone dies, and there’s a funeral, everyone always wears black, and it’s raining. Even the umbrellas are black. People stand around a hole in the ground, weeping, as a coffin is slowly lowered inside. A priest crosses his chest, and everyone says amen.

That’s not at all how Grandma’s funeral went.

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