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[naodrith]

My acquaintance Natalie's father died last week. That makes her a seventeen-year-old orphan.

I call her an acquaintance because I never really knew her. We were in school together for years, but I've no idea where she goes to high school. I mean, she could be at mine for all I know. We aren't friends. She was always too popular for that.

But Mom's making me go to the funeral tonight.

I hate funerals. Call them what you like - memorial service, celebration of life - I hate them. I prefer to grieve in my own way, which does not involve wasting my time, wearing itchy clothes, and being comforted.

It will probably be even worse tonight, because I didn't know Natalie's father at all. I must go simply to show sympathy. Isn't it enough to feel it? She probably hardly remembers who I am.

I wonder if I can get away with writing a clause into my will that forbids all kinds of funerals for me and punishes offenders by taking away their inheritance.

Comments

[pyrae.livejournal.com]

Sure. We can tell her the suprise party is so early because Alysa's been feeling kind of "down" lately, and a surprise party and then a small thing with presents later will make her happy and bouncy again.

[naodrith.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay, that could work.

So we'll clean tomorrow and stay offline so she can call and not be pissed, and when she gets home she'll be all, "Oh, you cleaned for your brother's birthday, how adorable!" and it will be a family night of presents for him and stuff, except I think Dad's going golfing, and then we can clean more on Thursday and when she gets home she'll be all, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" and I can totally tell her.

[pyrae.livejournal.com]

Totally. And it'll totally work. It totally has to. 'Cause, like, totally.

Totem pole?

[naodrith.livejournal.com]

Totem huh?

[pyrae.livejournal.com]

Totalitarian.

[merrivere.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* You like me! You really like me!

I feel so touched.