"A FUCKING WORD...thats all you need. JUST A FUCKING WORD. Now hurry up please we gotta go." I looked up at the annoying as fuck mother everyone dreads. She thinks this shit is easy, I'd like to see her spend all her time a writing speech to say at a freaking funeral service, but of course that's just my stupid ass life. I could tell she was stressing ever since dad died but c'mon lady you're not the only one. How the fuck does she think i feel? I looked my mom over after finishing the little speech I had to say at dads viewing. It was closed casket but my mother wanted it anyways.
"Its what he would've wanted for us to do" she said softly to me while crying her eyeballs out.
I was at school when it happened though, and well my mom said i wouldn't want to know how he died, so i made sure i wouldn't shed a tear until i found out. I handed my mom the paper. "Here your fucking speech," She just read it over and smiled at some of dads old jokes put into the writing. I rolled my eyes and strolled out of the room trying to avoid being caught up in another one of the "missing him" talks. I don't think my ears and eyes can stand her any longer. She goes around every day moping, I always thought it was a load of bullshit when they said "You're my other half" to each other, but now I can see what they meant. They really weren't lying. Mom is just as cold, still and dead as any other corpse you'd see in a morgue.
I went into my room and grabbed my jacket, It was black of course. I would have worn my red one but "It's not proper." My aunt had told me, the last time i tried to wear it to a viewing. Well, I put on the jacket only to hear another one of my mothers whines about getting to the godforsaken service already. She's lucky its a holy place otherwise she'd be in the casket too.
After shutting my room door i locked it up and walked to the kitchen to a pitiful scene. My mom (who else) was holding her car keys about to scream for me again, while having her eyeliner running down her face, eyes bloodshot and clothes all wrinkly. I decided to give up on trying to soothe her, it only lead to screaming competitions about dad, once more.
I walked out the door ignoring my mother's pleading eyes just begging for some pity. I wanted to bitch slap her. She was pissing me off. I never did understand why the fuck people always cried when others died, at least they were out of this fucking life of pain, sorrow and all that good stuff. I didn't have the temper anymore so deal with people dying, i was getting tired of it. Like what's the point in dying if you know you'll just be mourned for like years. I've seen people get eaten up by others dying, it made me sad. I learned something new with every funeral I attended, and this one probably will teach me "love hurts."