The Funeral

Today was the funeral. I've been to a lot of funerals, more than I can count, and more than I can remember, for that matter.
One thing I remember about all of the funerals I've ever been to, is that we don't consider it a funeral. We honor the person we lost and then we freaking party.

We all kind of figure midway through the funeral, "Well, they would probably be drinking by now, it's 3pm. We might as well drink, too. To, you know, honor them."*
And then they all drink and eat cakes and cheap cheese platters and share fun stories. There's not a dry eye in the house, simply because everyone is laughing their butts off.
We did just that, talking about how insistent Cita always was about eating your vegetables before desert. We talked about how the first time she ever met my uncle, he was geared up for a hug and got the death stare. We talk about how she would say that birthdays, weddings, and funerals weren't allowed to fall on home games. We talked about how she saved my aunt's marriage. We talked about how she referred to her grandson as "the boy". We talked about how they all remember sitting in a circle after a long night, drinking and smoking, telling stories on the rug. They remember a lot of things. They're all good things, maybe at one point, they weren't so funny. I think everything is funny once you're dead. It's like, "Wow, we did so much stuff with that person. Isn't funny how we'll never do anything with them ever again?"

So, yes, that was the funeral. I guess this blog can go back to its regular material now.
But, for now, I have homework.

Cheers.


*Disclaimer: I'm not allowed to drink, because I'm a minor. I mention this because I don't know who all reads my blog and god forbid the wrong person reads it and thinks a sophomore is getting drunk with their family.