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[kafkakafkakafka]

The funeral was a nightmare.
   Whenever someone dies in my hometown, everyone is invited to the funeral, whether they knew the deceased or not.

So absolutely everyone came, dressed up in their best black suits, crying hysterically for an old woman whom they didn’t really know. As usual, standing in front of the modest little casket, the priest

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[burning_blake]

I'm sorry it felt that way. Could you maybe have a second smaller memorial service, with just people who knew her really well?

I was only at the party for a few minutes, but it was really weird. There was a thunderstorm and the lights went out and...crazy stuff happened.

[kafkakafkakafka]

I'd actually like to, but it'd cost our family a fortune. And we are so poor...

Thunderstorms? No lights? It must've been kind of awesome!

[burning_blake]

It would cost a fortune to sit around and talk about her?

[kafkakafkakafka]

Oh. That kind of a funeral! Hey, I think I'll organize that.

[quiet_charlotte]

Welcome back. I don't know you... but I know how awful funerals can be.

[kafkakafkakafka]

:) I'm Franz the Kafka... and you are?

[quiet_charlotte]

Charlotte Bronte... it's nice to meet you. Are you new here as well?

[kafkakafkakafka]

Nope. I've been here pretty much forever.