Literature & Stories


mm.jpgThere we were at Marty’s funeral. He had died four days ago and no one knew until the smell became unbearable and the neighbors complained. Marty never really smelt that great when he was alive either. His wife had been out of town and she didn’t take it well. We all sent her flowers.

Now it was time to bury him. His wife was sitting in the front row with her new boyfriend and Marty’s son. She cried out loud the whole time. It made us uncomfortable. We sang Amazing Grace and made speeches about how great of a man he was when no one really knew who he was. Everything that was said was general and could have applied to anyone.

When I went up to the coffin to pay my respects I was shocked.

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