I was never great with funerals. Usually, I tried to find an excuse not to go. Well, to be honest, I tried to find an excuse to get out of most of the things. But sometimes you get stuck. A friend from work didn’t want to go to a funeral alone. So, duty called. He was a good guy, and I felt bad. Also, I couldn’t think of a reason to get out of it fast enough. On the brighter side, it was a nice funeral. Cinematic. There was a light drizzle. Everyone carried black umbrellas. But then I wasn’t even sure who had died. My friend told me of course, but I have this tendency of not paying attention to things I want to get out of. I was just a friend there as a show of support. So I was left alone. A large group of people gathered…