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tedwordsAt the memorial service, during the luncheon testimonials. My sister Laurie is in the middle of talking about what Nana Hall meant to her, when suddenly I receive a text message from my choreographer Judee about the play. We had a pain in the ass drop out, and had tried one more thing to try and get to him stay, because he really was the best dancer. Her text message: "Didn't work."
I had forgotten to put my phone on buzzer, so the sound of the message echoes through the hall. I look around, embarrassed.
I start to text her back, "Was he mean?"
In the middle of texting, though, my phone dies. Just goes completely dead. I try to turn it back on, but it won't.
A few hours later, after the service, I try again. It turns right on, with two bars of electrical juice still left.
I swear, it was Nana Hall trying to tell me not to fuck around with her memorial service. Even in death, she's still got an iron fist!
I had forgotten to put my phone on buzzer, so the sound of the message echoes through the hall. I look around, embarrassed.
I start to text her back, "Was he mean?"
In the middle of texting, though, my phone dies. Just goes completely dead. I try to turn it back on, but it won't.
A few hours later, after the service, I try again. It turns right on, with two bars of electrical juice still left.
I swear, it was Nana Hall trying to tell me not to fuck around with her memorial service. Even in death, she's still got an iron fist!
