WAKE
The funeral began promptly at 2 p.m., people stood up and
said glowing tributes which made me laugh and smile instead of cry.. My wife
accepted all the condolences with grit and composure that no one would have
expected of her; but she loved me and she wanted those who mourned me to have
comfort before her own.
I couldn’t stand in anymore and I stood up from the back of
the funeral home room.
“You bastard!! You’re not dead!!”Yelled a number of people.
“You should be dead!!”yelled my sister.
““That would be a sight worth seeing,” my grieving wife
stated.
“I can explain,” I offered.
“Let’s hear it,” my twenty-one year old son insisted.
“I’m dying I have about six months but I wanted to see if
anyone would care if I was gone.”
“You jerk! We’re you just going to take yourself off
somewhere for the next six months while we grieved? ”asked my son.
“I hadn’t thought that far,” I admitted.
“We’re going home we’ll have the wake today everyone is
invited back to our house for a party that is if you can forgive my husband,”
my wife stated.
We had a rip roaring party that rocked the
neighbourhood. Then the doctor called
the next day it seems he got the results mixed up with another patient and he
claimed I could leave for another fifty years.
My wife says not if she can help it. she still hasn’t forgiven me but
I’m working on it.
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