They want me to kiss Grandmama.
She is dead. I am only nine. No thanks!
What nine-year-old kid wants to go to a funeral?
At nine-year-old kid wants to go to a funeral?
Even it if was Grandmama's wake.
I had comic BOOKS to read, movies to see, TV shows to watch.
Little girls to tease. Tonka TRUCKS that had to be destroyed.
Fook a funeral!
I dreaded funerals!
But my mother was making me go whether I wanted to go or not.
Grandmama was cool when she was alive.
She was my favorite Grandmother even though I killed her cat by mistake and she never knew it.
It was night time too. We had to go to what they called a wake.
I was awake alright and ready to jump out the car.
We arrived at the church and my mother wanted me to go in alone to pay my respects since I was her favorite. I wished I wasn't her favorite now! I was only nine years old and this was as close to death as I wanted to be to death for now!
Well I didn't mind being her favorite as long as she was alive! Now that she was dead I didn't want nothing to do with her.
She was at the end of the long aisle that went down the church corridor. I thought it would take me forever to get to her coffin.
The more I walked, the longer it took me to get down the aisle, like it was expanding with each step I took, getting longer and longer.
And it was really creepy and it was dark and drab like in an old Catholic church you see in vampire movies. The candles made t...