Funeral
By Tyger

His father was dead.
It had come as quite a shock, really. He hadn't even known he was ill. Or that he was in Butan.
Ahh, the joys of having a travelling father. The funeral was rather sombre, even by funerals standards. They were all his father's friends, people he didn't know... and he was still in shock.
He knew he should feel something about his father's death, not just this hollow nothingness.
His other was amazed at his callousness.
And then it was over, and he never had to think about his father ever again.
He felt strangely free.

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Does anyone else know what I mean? Or am I just that weird?