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My brother's friend, Sean, died of an overdose last Friday night. He was only 17. I remember the kid well because he came from the wealthiest family that my parents or I knew at the time. I remember taking him home with my mom and brother in our cluttered old minivan. We looked so out of place driving through the big metal gates before their sprawling manicured gardens and picture-perfect mansion. Sean's family was always nice though... Sean's mom would always drop TJ off with a stack of fun pictures of the two boys highlighting each day's adventure.
Anyway, this afternoon, my best friend was giving me a tour of the funeral home where she works. She is a funeral director, although she also is a "removal technician" and mortician. On our way out, we stopped in a big, empty-ish garage. She was showing me the fancy SUV-hearses that are used these days. Next to one of them sat one plain-looking, rectangle-shaped cardboard box. She mentioned that there was a body in it and checked the name printed on top... Yep, it was Sean.
So random to be standing in a big garage with my brother's friend, dead and in a box.
Anyway, this afternoon, my best friend was giving me a tour of the funeral home where she works. She is a funeral director, although she also is a "removal technician" and mortician. On our way out, we stopped in a big, empty-ish garage. She was showing me the fancy SUV-hearses that are used these days. Next to one of them sat one plain-looking, rectangle-shaped cardboard box. She mentioned that there was a body in it and checked the name printed on top... Yep, it was Sean.
So random to be standing in a big garage with my brother's friend, dead and in a box.