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I looked around me. I was surrounded by black and although there were lots of people, I was utterly alone. Sure, people came to me, telling me how sorry they were. How this was horrid timing. How they felt my pain. It might seem morbid, but I found it hilarious. Of course they it was horrid timing! My grandmother, my darling, sweet, smart, funny, grandmother was dead. What wasn't horrid, painful, or sad about that! I was sitting in the corner of the viewing room, looking anywhere but the open coffin. I couldn't stand to look at her like that. I had seen too many dead people to add her to that list.

My mom, Denise, dad, Tim, and big brother, Jericho had also died recently. There deaths were caused by a psycho-path who decided that they would die that day. I had been home alone while they were out shopping for cars. Jericho had wanted to surprise me with his new car, so they went with out me. I didn't mind being left alone, in fact I preferred it. I loved them all to death, no pun intended, but when the house was quiet and I could sing at the top of my lungs, watch anything on TV, or use the communal kitchen computer with out having to turn on the egg timer that gave me only thirty minutes of computer use, I was happier. I didn't have to be the daughter/sister; I could be me.

I remember thinking about that loving the empty house when I got a call. The caller ID identified it as the police department. I was worried when I picked up. The lady on the other end asked me to identify myself and then said that someone would be over in a second. That was it. I guess she didn't want me to learn that my parents and brother had been shot and mutilated over the phone.

I looked at all the people in the room. They were grandma's friends this time. Not Jericho's, Mom's, or Dad's. Most were just strangers. Her bridge partners, volunteer groupies, high school friends, and college friends. I knew only two. I didn't have any other family so it was just me avoiding the black box that would hold my grandma forever.

The funeral arranger came over to me. I barely noticed him at first but then he cleared his throat, breaking my thinking.

"They are about to close the casket," he said quietly.

I nodded.

"Don't you want to see her one more time? You won't get a second chance."

I looked at him with a look that questioned his sanity. I wanted to yell, "Do you have a brain! I don't want to remember her as a cold dead body, whose facial expression and make up had been forced on to her! That isn't my grandmother any more." Instead I simply shook my head and walked away. I walked over to where she would rest for eternity. I hated graveyards; the thought of stepping on ground that had bodies decaying underneath the green grass sent shivers down my spine. But today I would swallow my fear. I was doing it for grandma. She used to say, "Zales if you don't come over hear to see grandpa you won't get any cookies!" When I was younger that threat had held something over me. I had never known grandpa so I felt no sentimental reason for testing the limits of my fear. Cookies however made me test those limits.

I laughed quietly as I went to stand under a tree. Zales. Only Grandma had the right to use my full name. Usually, it was Zale which was better somehow, or just Zal. My mother had named me Zales because she wanted her kids to have unique names. Jericho had always gone as Jer. We had special nicknames for each other though. He called me Zany and I called him Eric. I had called him that because I always thought he looked like Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid- and it was in the middle of his name.

I heard people going over to the rectangle hole, my grandmother would be lowered into. The preacher started talking and I spaced out, thinking. I thought about the good times my family had always had. "May you rest in peace." I heard the priest say. I thought about joining in on my grandmother's bridge games. She was being lowered into the gaping black hole. I thought about how much I loved being in that empty house when they all were alive, realizing that I had loved it so much because even though I enjoyed the momentary freedom, I always knew that my loving family would come back to me.

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