A Dream of a Funeral

I propped myself up on my elbows to show them I wasn't deadbut they kept arguing.some were angry that they hadn't been told.others said they didn't know it was that serious.The young funeral director was out of sorts.People wouldn't form a decent viewing line.

In my pre-funeral directiveI had requested that people bring wine,and toys for their children to play with,trucks and blocks.But nobody did.