Our final farewell to you, it was, with you, lying, inside your, coffin, and the undertaker had, put the thick layers of, blemish-covering mascara all over your body, to erase the traces of the bedsores, the bruises, the scars that just, never quite, healed back up properly, because how there's the problem with blood-clotting up correctly toward the, very end.
Our final farewell to, you, we'd all, gotten up, by the, generations, first it was our elders, then came, our turns, we'd, gone around your coffin, walked in, clockwise or was it, counterclockwise (can't really, remember now), placing that, white rose, inside, that silk-lined, coffin...
after this...photo from online
Then, we went to, the crematorium, and waited for you to get, cremated, and there was, this, long, long, long, long, long (5 longs, that oughta be, long 'nough!) line, and then, finally, it'd shown on the monitor screen, that it was your turn, to get, "scorched", then, about, thirty minutes to forty-five minutes later, it showed, that they'd, put you (or what was left of you!), into, the cooling chambers, and we'd, waited for another, forty-to-sixty minutes, for you to get, "cooled", then, the monitor showed that you're, "done", and at which time, the P.A. started, sounding off: the families of so-and-so, please, come to the basement (where the crematorium is located???) to claim the ashes………
where you, "ended up"...photo from online
Our final farewell to you, well, that was, it, wasn't it, you're now, in your, final resting "place", inside, that tiny urn, that's, placed, up in the, towers, three slot down from, grandfather's "slot"…
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