My first experience at a funeral was my friend’s mom who died of cancer when we were eight. He was totally unemotional about it. Kept touching her nose and saying how sticky it was. Didn’t seem to give a shit about anything.
I left with no idea what to think. Funerals are weird.
If you didn’t want me making jokes about the casket, why even invite me to the funeral?
My first experience at a funeral was my friend’s mom who died of cancer when we were eight. He was totally unemotional about it. Kept touching her nose and saying how sticky it was. Didn’t seem to give a shit about anything.
I left with no idea what to think. Funerals are weird.
That sounds like a formative memory