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A lonely funeral

So here I am, at my funeral. Plenty of open seats. Not a single chair filled. Had I died in high school, there would have been a full house. College? Would have had to block off the road out front. But now… no one. Not even the widow across the street that collects my mail and feeds the fish when I’m out of town. Not a single person took this opportunity to get a half day off of work. The indifference is daunting. Not only are there no mourners, there is no cheering section either. Just rows of empty seats…

How did it come to this?

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