I can't decide if I should go to the funeral. I had kind of decided I couldn't do it, but then I woke up early this morning from one of those horrible nightmares where you are racing to get somewhere you never arrive. And I was trying to get some friend of my parents who was kind of like Eddie Izzard to get me to the DC airport so I could catch a flight to make it to the funeral, only I'm not even in DC right now and my parents would be very unlikely to be friends with anyone who was anything like Eddie Izzard.
I really don't like mortality.
There is something wrong about funerals. Like the person you are going to see won't really be there.
