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| the heart that wins |
They are all so final aren’t they?
Funerals.
Not at all!
Along with weddings, it’s when we come
together.
When else? The Dr Who Christmas Special?
Sometimes.
I wore my black jacket; everyone wore
black. People look good in black, even when they’re crying.
I haven’t worn my black jacket since…
well……not this year anyway.
And in the pocket?
I found my spare set of car keys! I thought
I had lost them!
You see! Death brings us together.
Me and my keys (my keys and i), Rachel and
Philippe…. Ok, they sat on different sides of the church and avoided eye
contact but you know what I mean. They breathed the same air, smelt the same
incense.
I wanted to cough, but it made Krista
sneeze!
But she IS pregnant.
Janene was there! I haven’t seen her
since…. Jesus! (he was there, looking ill). It’s been years! She is only the
second black woman I’ve ever kissed!
I should get out more.
Lisa looked fabulous!
I met her husband – he’s called Chris, like
me.
Good name.
Her son’s a good looker; he’ll break some
hearts.
That’s what my aunt would say.
But she wasn’t there ‘cos we had HER
funeral last week.
IT brought people together too!
My daughter met her uncle for the first
time!
She found out that she has an uncle with
more tattoos than her!
An uncle with not much room left to tattoo!
But..
What is it with priests?
They are so morbid.
Why do they keep going on about death?
Let’s celebrate life!
(names have been changed)
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