Just Another Day

It had been like any other day. The mail-lady still had come at 12:00pm and we most likely got a package from the delivery guy.  My mom had gotten obsessed with online shopping since last spring when my brother showed her how to work the computer.  Everything was the same other than the fact that I had twenty depressed adults, wearing black, in my living room. The whole house smelled of old-lady perfume and cigars. You would always hear someone crying even if you left the room and closed a door. You may ask why all these pessimistic people were in my house and I would tell you it’s because someone died. Someone I didn’t really get to know. He was my Fathers boss and the reason why my parents chose to have a memorial is completely oblivious to me. I remember my dad coming home from work and complaining about that man for hours until my eardrums felt like they’d burst into a million tiny pieces.  It was all very confusing and it felt unnecessary.

            After my mother passed out tiny finger-sandwiches (which couldn’t even satisfy a small child), a man wearing an outdated leather suit got up from his seat, obviously quite drunk and shouted, “Speech”. A lady, his I wife I suppose since she had been sitting so close to him, grabbed his arm and whispered something in his left ear. I guess that ended the opportunity for the guy to say something. I for one would have liked to hear what the man, with such a tragic fashion, had to say. Our neighbor had stopped by with a cake and brought their dog to try to “lift the spirits”. Although, their dog was ten years old and couldn’t even lift himself from the ground, never mind cheer up a bunch of doubtful, grown adults.

            I felt bad that I didn’t have some sort of sympathy toward this dead man, but it wasn’t until the slide show had been started that I could no longer keep my cool. Each picture showed the man in a different situation that I just found completely hilarious. One picture showed the man with one of his friends on a fishing trip. They were holding dead fish in their hands while a sad Celine Dion song played in the background. Whoever put the video together must have not watched it before transferring it onto the hard drive because the whole thing was a mess. Nothing in the slide show made sense and I was expecting too look around and have people laughing because they had noticed the mistake as well. However, I had been wrong again…I felt like I had lost my mind when I saw everyone still crying and even a lady had to leave the room because I guess it was “too hard” for her to see this man wearing a clown suit at a Hooters restaurant.

            I hadn’t realized that I had laughed out loud so much until my mother yelled at me for being so rude. I guess I’m just not the sensitive type. 

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

There is always entertainment in the mundane.
I have seen loads of YT vids that were patched together like this lol.
:)

[Annie Nicole]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Death. A hard subject. I believe death is more painful when someone is young. I liked the description and the feel of real life and thoughts. I liked the honest ending. Funeral can be hard. Than you Annie Nicole for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Annie.