the festive funeral for Bob

the hall

was packed with friends

and family,

acquaintances,

the music was loud

and festive,

the videos played

on the wall,

pictures were set out.

flowers

and speeches made.

it was a joyous occasion,

this funeral

not for a Roman God,

but Bob,

now Robert,

and then someone

came up

to me

and said, you know,

i never really liked him

that much,

he was kind of

a snob,

a little on the cold side.

colder now,

i surmised.