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I'm at My Funeral

I'm at my funeral.

I see my brother, as always looking his best in a black suit.

I see my friends from college, high school and surprisingly enough, my peers from elementary school all gathered around mourning for the terrible loss of me. I see my mom sobbing into a handkerchief wit my father doing the bare minimum of pulling himself together, sadness washed over his face as he looked at my lifeless body in the casket. 

I looked over at my large Greek aunt who had a meltdown even before she had stumbled into the room, and my uncle who was the person in the family to let you stay up watching TV all night and let you eat candy to the point that you just threw it all up. My uncle could be found in a more happy, peaceful but exciting place, either at a restaurant or serving customers delicious meals. 

I looked over at my cousins who were glued to their technology not glancing up or even saying goodbye for good.

My sister came in, looking like she had just came off of a Pretty Little Liars funeral set, with her quite revealing black dress, 7 inch stilettos, black Rae bands, perfectly curled hair and finished off with a ton of makeup featuring the popular smokey eye and a maroon lipstick. My sister always took every fashion experience seriously. 

This is when my cousins looked up, ran to her and fawned over how she looked and 'where did you get that lipstick from?' and tons of bullshit like that. My sister knew better and herded them towards the casket to say their goodbyes.

 I noticed my girlfriend's family walk in and say quick hellos before going to their daughter who had tousled hair and smudged makeup. She looked like as if she was a lost soul now, you could see her eyes were clouded up like smoke and I knew why. 

She had lost her rock. Her soulmate. Her other piece of her heart. Her partner in crime. Her best friend. She was sad because I took a bullet for someone, and was now dead.