How could a funeral be MORE depressing? Here's how!
So my uncle's funeral was this past weekend. Before and after the service, his whole family (our side and his wife's side) were crammed into their tiny house, and a lot of time was spent squished together on the sofa looking at pictures.
"Just look at this ugly baby," I whispered to my mom, showing her a picture. "If this were my baby I would drown it! Wouldn't you if it were yours?"
Apparently, the answer was no. It was, and she hadn't. I had found my own baby pictures.
Damn.
"Just look at this ugly baby," I whispered to my mom, showing her a picture. "If this were my baby I would drown it! Wouldn't you if it were yours?"
Apparently, the answer was no. It was, and she hadn't. I had found my own baby pictures.
Damn.