Most. Hilarious. Funeral. Ever.

I was able to hold back the tears until the laughter started. Adding to the vibe was the fact that my uncle drove a company car up from Chattanooga, so the cemetery motorcade looked like it was sponsored by Xerox.

But, lo! a complication:

Since the funeral was held on Good Friday, my Alzheimer’s addled grandfather seems to have convinced himself that my grandmother will rise again on Sunday. I guess that makes her Christ, which is apt, considering how he worshiped her.

I told him there’s a 99% chance that won’t happen and am keeping the other one percent in memoriam of small miracles like how her death certificate prominently features a four digit state control number on the top of the page. That number is 0327–my birthday which, by the way, is next Thursday when I will turn 27 on the 27th.

Speaking of double 27s, my grandmother’s birthday, incidentally, is 7/27/27.

The universe is a strange place, sometimes.

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