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You're in the high desert-- 108 degrees outside.
And you're outside.
In a suit.
Because some distant relative croaked.
| Note: this is my first post, so be kind |
I drove for six hours each way because my mother can't drive at night. And she had to work all day, the day before the funeral. We left at 10 pm, and *SOMEHOW* made it there.
We then wake up at the butt crack of dawn, and meet other family members which I either don't know or don't like.
And then, 1:30pm rolls around, and we head to the cemetary. I should mention that it's 108 degrees outside, and she's being buried in a cemetary with a total of two twigs, err, trees in it. Half an hour later, they start the funeral, and 45(!!!!) minutes later, after 3 badly sung songs, and six billion quotes from the bible-- I'm serious, I think he read a whole book-- He finally let us go. An hour and a half later, my family finally got kicked off of the cemetary ground.
I should also mention that of all the people there, three of us were dressed up. The rest (locals) were in shorts and sandals.
Then, at 10pm that night, we finally got back on the road. "Don't worry honey, I'll drive part of the way" My ass. I finally got home at 3 am.
So, if anyone ever hears that I die, this is my last wish:
4 quotes--No longer than 20 words apiece. My mom'll want them all from the bible. I don't care, just no more than four.
2 songs-- Bro hymn tribute or another such song, and something else, I don't care what. No more than two.
15 minutes long for the outdoor ceremony-- If it's a second more, someone's going to be haunted for the rest of their lives.
If there is to be a party, it will *NOT* be anywhere that the ambient temperature is more than 78 degrees.
I feel better now.