70. THE FUNERAL .

Today , I truly wish to die . I want this world to end right now . Why ? Well, its mainly because I am in car with my cousin Mike whose singing is as bad as a crow trying to communicate with its mate .

" Can you at least tell me where we are going ? ", I ask Mike who is driving .

But instead he ignores and continues to sing .

" When I find myself running in the farm

I run , run and I run , run ..."

Lyrics of this song are as senseless as Mike's mind .

" The girl in front of me smiles a lot like a madman ..."

What the hell ? This song isn't even connected at all . I can't believe this . What am I doing ? I want to go home .

" Hey ...Where are we going ? ", I ask Mike.

" We are going to attend a funeral . ", Mike.

" A funeral ? ", I ask .

" Yeah , a funeral . ", Mike.

" Why do I have to attend someone's funeral ? ", I ask Mike .

" Because its important to realise that you can die any day whether you want or not . ", Mike

explains.

" What ? I already know that . ", I say .

" You do ? That is good . Now you have to practically see and realise it . ", Mike .

" Realise what ? ", I ask.

" You have to understand that death is ultimate truth of our life . ", Mike with serious expression and then starts singing :

" Life has ended once again

Death will arrive once again

There is life once again

There is death once again ..."

" What are songs ... ? I haven't heard about them . ", I said.

" Oh , I have written these songs on my own . ", Mike .

" Yeah , great . ", I say with mocking face .

We have arrived at the funeral. As soon as we arrived we saw various people in black dress . Some were crying , some were trying to cry while others only looked mildly sad . After seeing all these things , I wonder what is the point of funeral ? Its not like people who die can be reborn after this .

But then I heard somone shouting .

" Oh dear ...! Why did you leave us ? Don't leave me alone , all alone . My sister ...."

" You used to wear make-up . I even loved your make-up ! ".

" Come back sister ! Please come back ! Please come to me ..."

What the hell ?! Is she mourning or singing a song ?

" You know the person who died was my mother's best friend ? ", Mike whispered .

" She used to take me to fishing . She was a good mother who loved her family especially her daughter . I still remember that candy which she gave me for the first time . ", Mike with a smile as we entered the house of deceased .🤗🤗😊😊😊😊 ; )

But I don't hear his whispers . I just hear cries of those desperate who were women crying a lot.

" I want to go with you my dear sister ... ! "

Ok , now she is shouting a lot and even slapping herself . This is quite too much .

AFTER A WHILE :

Ok, now they are taking deceased to the burial sight . I can only see women crying and talking about how nice that woman was . Why do people always talk nicely about people when they are dead but hurt them when they are alive ? Man , this is so depressing and ironical . But still if we think that we all have to die some

day perhaps we will never try so hard to be better than others . Never hurt each other ...

Perhaps we will be better to each other after understand that life is too short . Hence we should cherish its every moment .

AFTER A WHILE :

Finally , we are in again in the car . Mike is driving once again because I don't know how to drive .

" So , how was it ? My dear sister ? ", Mike .

I don't answer anything but just glare at him.

" What ? " Mike.

" You just brought me with you because you didn't want to go there all alone . ", I say .

" Yeah , sort of .", Mike .

" Ok, now I want to go home ...", I tell him.

" Alright but first I will tell you about a story that I have written on my own . ", Mike.

" Mike , you are not creative then why do you try to be one ?", I ask .

" Well, there are many reasons for that first of all I don't care what others have to say about my creativity . Second of all , I want to express myself and I think writing is the best way to do that ...", Mike blabbering nonsense .

" Even if it makes you more irritating than you already are ? ", I ask .

" Yeah. Now , once upon a time there was cock whose children were very notorious . Those chicks made their mothers' life more difficult than it already was .At the end , the hen ran away with a duck leaving cock alone with his troublesome children . And that is the real reason why roosters crow every morning ? Its because they are trying to find their wives . ", Mike laughing at his own joke .

" You really think that you are funny , don't you ?", I ask him sarcastically.

" Yeah , I am pretty confident in myself . I think I am the funniest guy in the world and that is why people love me especially you my baby sister . ", Mike.

" Ok , first of all . I am not a baby . Secondly , I don't love you at all. So , why don't you just shut up . ", I say .

" Aww , my little sister is being grumpy once again . ", Mike .

" And I think you should just shut up . ", I say .

" By the way tomorrow we are going to attend a wedding . ", Mike.

" I am not going to attend any wedding . ", I say .

" Oh , come on now . You should attend the wedding to understand love and miracles . ", Mike.

"I don't want to ..." , I say .

" Oh , don't worry you will once I will persuade your mother to do it . ", Mike.

I swear that I am going to kill this man any time soon.

Finally , I am home . I quickly open car's door and dash inside the house .

" Ok ,then I will pick you up . ", Mike .

" Yeah , whatever . ", I say .

" Oh , come on . Don't be such a kill joy . We will have fun . " , Mike .

" Yeah , we will . ", I say sarcastically .