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So, as it turns out, the second snow day of the year hasn't started on the best of notes. This morning, as my alarm was going off, I was conscious enough to find my dad stumbling into the room, and flicking the switch on my alarm. He whispered the news to me and left, but he had flicked the alarm switch to the "Set" option, so 6:00 was blinking at me. I threw the blankets off and turned the alarm completely off, and tried to get back to sleep. For the first hour and a half all I could hear was my parents conversation in the next room. They speak in very loud voices. God. I rolled over, finally got to sleep, but woke up many times. At ten after ten, my dad woke me up and told me that my neighbor had died and that his funeral was at eleven. They just left.