of course, we go to the funeral
home
to pay
our respects.
we sit in back, not wanting
to take a final
look at our friend
who lies
twenty rows up
in a very nice looking
casket.
we nod at the other guests,
smiling politely
as we dab at our tears
remembering the good times.
after a while though,
when words are said,
and we don't
recognize anyone
we realize that we're at
the wrong
death.
our friend is three rooms
down the hall,
to the left.
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