I keep saying stupid things like "I don't care" about the whole funeral business, but you know what? I was blasted out of my fairy tale. I do care. Not what my dad's family thinks, but I care about what my mom thinks. Maybe I'll regret this, if worse comes to worse, but right now I'm living for me and I'm going to have fun this weekend.
It'd be better, though, if Gramps kept himself alive long enough.
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