It was a cold, cold day in hell when Daddy So n So died. Yeah, that's right, a cold, cold day in hell. Those were his words for everything. Anything you asked him for, tried to get from or for him, wanted to tell him- it would be a- well you know.
He was a simple man who apparently led a complex life. None of which was known until the funeral. Mannnnnnn...
Chapter 1
Who Is Dat???
Everybody knows that the most important folks to the deceaseded sit on the front seat. Right...soooooo who dis heffa done plopped herself up in front of the funeral box? Wearing a hat as wide as her back? Sittin even with the spray of flowers on the top, not that you could see it over that hat.
The Ushers were buzzing-"Chile, who is she? Ooh when Mother So n So nem get heaaahhh sweet baby Jesus be that fence!"
-"Girl I'm gone get my good flats out the car in case I gotta get up outta here!!"
-"Which one of yall is gone tell her she gots move before the family gets here?"
-"Shoot, let Passa tell her!"
