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Behind a fucking bowling alley? Internally, I laugh at my own morose humor

“And it’s with this prayer that we say our final goodbyes,” the reverend directs, bowing his head once more I follow suit this ti Guy on the top floor of this world, I do it in the na

Please, God, I ask that you grant ive her the life she so deserved here and never got around to having Ia much more peaceful existence with you

At the end of her life, eries, the radiation—she was a shell of the wo, just for me

She suffered for me Which, I suppose, is what most mothers do But I never wanted that for her I wanted only the wo

And while I’uess I’ll ask a few favors for soates My friends, as ornery as they can be, are the best guys I know They and their wives knohat the realof life is and have carved out their place in happiness Please protect that for the as you can I know I’y on them than me

Give their children health and their lives happiness

My shoulders shrug as I struggle to finish it out, given the lack of frequency hich I engage in the practice of prayer

So, uh, thanks Hope you have a good day or whatever

It’s not eloquent, but I’, at least, and I think that’s what counts If not, hts will fall on some other spiritually helpful ears

“No matter your connection here on earth,” the reverend continues, “your relationship with Hall will live on In your head and your heart and in the spirit of Jesus Christ our savior”

A few quiet moments later, he nods to the funeral director behind hiins

Slowly, inch by inch, round

The reverend looks out to the sestures his hand toward the casket “I invite you to co words to Hall’s earthly body Take a rose from the basket and drop it in as a veil of your love and affection”