She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Graveside services were much more intimate and an unfamiliar face such as hers was bound to be noticed. She watched him stamp out the smoke.
“It’s strange, don’t you think?” Dori asked solemnly. “To stay and watch the body being lowered into the earth?” She had seen plenty of funerals and how they tore at people, how that final image of a disappearing coffin made fathers shake in their folding chairs and mothers claw at the dirt, as if angry that the ground had stolen a person from them. “I prefer ashes. It’s more natural than embalming fluids, boxes and buckles and satin. No one likes holes anyway.”
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on 2014-03-14 09:42 pm (UTC)“It’s strange, don’t you think?” Dori asked solemnly. “To stay and watch the body being lowered into the earth?” She had seen plenty of funerals and how they tore at people, how that final image of a disappearing coffin made fathers shake in their folding chairs and mothers claw at the dirt, as if angry that the ground had stolen a person from them. “I prefer ashes. It’s more natural than embalming fluids, boxes and buckles and satin. No one likes holes anyway.”