#Chapter35
Funeral Crashers
I stood there wearing sunglasses, feeling the somberness of the funeral. I heard someone blow their nose; We turned and looked at Frazier. He was standing on my left side, and I held his hand, offering him some comfort.
Elena was standing on my right side, wearing oversized sunglasses. She leaned over and whispered, /"I’ve heard of crashing weddings, but funerals? That is ridiculous./"
I shushed her, and she rolled her eyes. Frazier was dabbing his eyes. /"It’s such a beautiful funeral. I hope mine is as good as this one./"
/"You might get your wish if we don’t go to the hospital soon,/" a voice said at Frazier’s left side.
/"We should go up and pay our respects,/" he mentioned to us as we looked at him like he was crazy. /"Frazier, you’re nuts. We don’t even know these people,/" I screamed in a whisper.
/"No, but had you ever been to a funeral?/" He asked me.
/"Yeah,/" I answered.