Why does everything have to be so complicated at such a time?
I do things when I need to cope. That’s how I survive. But I’d much rather be cleaning my house than trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do about an obituary. I’m guessing I’m the one who has to do that, right? I mean, seems like no one else even knew him, except his dad and sister, and both are states away and unable to come.
Are “obituaries” listed under classifieds because they cost? I’m thinking I’m naive to even wonder.
Yes! I called, they do cost, about a dime a character! Good God, have these people no shame? I’ll bet the regular classifieds don’t cost that much! But who’s going to count characters when they wish to commemorate a loved one?
To hell with them. Everyone who cares is already reading this, probably, or visiting his site (My Beloved, link to the left). Next blog (maybe) his obituary. Anyone who visited this blog back when I only thought I had it rough, will know that I can’t write short. I just can’t. And I won’t spend her grocery money on trying to make people care. He is beyond their apathy now.