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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.

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