I hate long services.
For some reason, today, I imagined myself at my favorite brother’s funeral. (I hope it’s not a portent...) I could see myself at the podium delivering a clever anecdote and closing with: I loved him like a brother!
He would appreciate that!
Might wanna give him a buzz.
The night before Laura died, I dreamed I was at her funeral and my Captain didn’t believe me.
Well, she died the next day, the Cap didn’t believe me.