Funeral Sentences

You stupid bastard!—is it

ok to say that now? After the

platitudes of your obsequies?

May I rail at you like I did by that

crossroads, ticking you off for being

uncommunicative? Well, you aren’t being

much better now, are you? And

who knew you had such

bad taste in music? Who knew you

sat in this old church and wept?

Who knew you had so many friends

except those who knew you.

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  • j matthew waters  On August 27, 2014 at 3:07 am

    Wow – what a crescendo of an ending…I believe I’m still reeling from this one, Steve.

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