Funeral

The funeral had better snacks than my wedding. People lingered longer, too–less out of love than obligation. I raised a glass to the deceased and thought, “Finally, a party where ghosting is encouraged.” Even the corpse seemed relieved, slouching in its box like someone who’d just dodged another Monday.

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