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I know it offends some people but I can’t take death too seriously.  It’s something that happens to all of us eventually.  But it is a societal obligation.  I will just be sitting there at the funeral parlor trying to pass time.  It would be inappropriate to just up and leave.  I have to endure the sermon from a faith I no longer observe and the whole 9 yards

I will let my eyes wander.  I try to figure out who everyone is.  I notice a lovely young lady in a tight skirt.  I need to look twice.  I ponder if she was a mistress to the deceased.  She must have noticed that I was noticing her.  I dart my eyes away feeling a little embarrassed.  I think she was the mistress or something but that’s not my business.

Now I have to sit there staring at my sneakers.  I catch her shooting a few evil eyes my way.  If looks could kill, a lesser man than me would be dead.  I am grateful when the priest finally concludes the sermon.  At now I can move on.  But I realize that this must be why I have so much trouble finding dates.  Even in mourning the death of a friend, I still find ways to piss women off.

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