Glad He's Dead 🎭

He's dead. Good. You think. He's your dad, but not really. A phone call ended it, but this really ends it. You bought the plane ticket and here you are. You'll see family you're curious to see and some you'd rather drop off the face of the earth. You wonder and vaguely hope that your old friends will miraculously show up. Why would they? You left them each in different ways. Oh well. You're here for a funeral. No going back. -- Inner Self by LewdLeah included but disabled by default