My View of The Funeral

Avatar Author: Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA) I am the Guardian of the Ink Wells and Head Flight Attendant of Our Strange and Wonderful House. Read Bio

This was probably the smallest funeral I’ve been to. We crossed the pool deck and I waited for Jojo to pull our her mockingly bright rainbow umbrella out of the house in order for us to not get completely soaked.

We made our way outside, and I couldn’t help but frown at the mud that clung to my feet. Shannon complained at the excuse for a hole she made with her strange contraption of a shovel which she later informed me was a post digger. My sister placed the recently deceased that had been wrapped into a napkin and zipped into a sandwich bag into the shallow hole that was guarded from the descending rain by Jojo’s gigantic umbrella which I was then grateful for.

“You want to say any last words?” I asked Shannon.

She mumbled as she filled the whole with dirt, using her bare foot, “He was a good mouse.”

I made my way back inside with the rest of my sad friends, singing a depressing melody under my breath. And I waited for the melancholy atmosphere to dissapate as I began playing slow music on the computer.

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