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Dec. 20th, 2004 01:06 amI expected the wake to be one long period of much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Corb drove me to the funeral home, and dutifully waited outside in the parking lot during the half hour that the immediate family had the room to themselves. Prior to getting there, there had been an awful lot of talking and worrying whether we should go together. Would this upset my parents? They hadn't met Corb yet, and, in fact, Mom had said to me that she didn't want to "until I was divorced from Josie." But then again, everyone else had their significant other by their side. My sister Laurie's partner Jennifer was more than welcome. That request bordered on the irrational, and in the end, we decided that yes, Corbett would be going, and yes, the whole time, and if people wanted to see him as a friend, that was fine, and if they wanted to dig deeper, that was fine, too.
I was the first one there, aside from my parents and dad's brother. Imagine, me, timely, for once in my life. The funeral home was lovely, all Victorian trim, quaint nooks and crannies for mourners, fancy chandeliers, and gold encrusted frames bearing certificates of inspection by the Health board. Truly, I would be happy to live out my days in this quaint mansion on Newport Avenue, were it not for the unsettling thought that thousands of dead people had made this place a pit stop on the way to the boneyard.
Uncle Chris approached me as I entered. "Why don't you go take a look at her?" he asked me, after he was done shaking my hand and exchanging pleasantries.
I think I visibly flinched. "Right now?"
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Corb drove me to the funeral home, and dutifully waited outside in the parking lot during the half hour that the immediate family had the room to themselves. Prior to getting there, there had been an awful lot of talking and worrying whether we should go together. Would this upset my parents? They hadn't met Corb yet, and, in fact, Mom had said to me that she didn't want to "until I was divorced from Josie." But then again, everyone else had their significant other by their side. My sister Laurie's partner Jennifer was more than welcome. That request bordered on the irrational, and in the end, we decided that yes, Corbett would be going, and yes, the whole time, and if people wanted to see him as a friend, that was fine, and if they wanted to dig deeper, that was fine, too.
I was the first one there, aside from my parents and dad's brother. Imagine, me, timely, for once in my life. The funeral home was lovely, all Victorian trim, quaint nooks and crannies for mourners, fancy chandeliers, and gold encrusted frames bearing certificates of inspection by the Health board. Truly, I would be happy to live out my days in this quaint mansion on Newport Avenue, were it not for the unsettling thought that thousands of dead people had made this place a pit stop on the way to the boneyard.
Uncle Chris approached me as I entered. "Why don't you go take a look at her?" he asked me, after he was done shaking my hand and exchanging pleasantries.
I think I visibly flinched. "Right now?"
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