funeral. no ceremony,
no celebration of life,
no eulogy,
no open
casket, no pictures or
music,
no mourners crying,
no banquet.
no long black
hearse winding its way
to the cemetery
in the cold rain.
no.
he never wanted that.
and he always
got his way.
so nothing
has changed.
there's just ashes.
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