Wheel Go 'Round ...
The funeral was long. There were lotsa tears and lotsa smooches. There were these pools of people ... Newfies over there, Hippies over here, Bikers back there, coworkers over there, Shriners all over the freaking place. There were three eulogies and the last one was actually good. Rose and Cassandra were there, interfering with the stuffiness and cramming cashews in folks' mouths. It could have been a whole lot worse. Nothing like a lap fulla squirm feeding ya pre-licked cashews, fishing down yer shirt while telling ya this is all about Pat, and playin' peek-a-boo with yer scarf to lighten things up.
In other news, I've really got to get my license. You see, my car's in the city now. It still has to have its inspection and all that rot, but it's here!
I have to find a good home for Billy's cat. Turns out he doesn't want him back.