First of all, let me state for the record that I love funerals. I mean, what’s not to like? People dressed in black, talking in whispers, singing gushy sentimental songs out of key.
My sister, Crash, claims that she hates them. Which worked out in her favor because she recently just managed to get herself uninvited to one. She finds this upsetting, so I just want to remind her that she is totally invited to mine when I have one. In fact, I expect her to attend. And, just to please her, I already have a smash-bang good one planned, with a flash mob and everything. It’s going to put the “fun” back in funeral, I promise.
So, we’ll both sit this one out, Crash. It’s okay.