Funerals, on the other hand, aren’t as bad as viewings. I can see the point, at least, and there’s a sense of finality that is good for people, in my opinion. I think it might be better for me if I were the type of person who cried. I’m not a crier. I haven’t cried in at least five years, as best as I can recall. The last time I cried, I was really overstressed and the death of my dog a year before finally caught up to me. That’s right. That’s how repressed I am. And I don’t really know why. Before that brief crying outbreak (seriously only like five minutes), I can’t remember the last time I cried. These emotions must all be going somewhere . . . but I don’t know where. It’s not that I wasn’t sad. I was. But crying just doesn’t happen for me.
Anyway. Enough of the depressing stuff. For all you Ozzy-philes out there, I’ve posted the commentary for chapter ten of Cavern of Babel, and it includes a preliminary sketch Shawn did of Ozzy. Go over and check it out.
Now I must go to consume Korean food with my writing group. Have a pleasant evening.
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