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Mark arranged my funeral. Maureen, my best friend, couldn't bear to talk about me, and Roger was in shock. He hadn't left the loft for two weeks, and had eaten very little, even when Mark begged him to. Benny helped pay for the funeral. He and I weren't real close buddies, so that was really sweet of him. Mark tried to call my parents, and after two days of leaving voicemails, he finally got them.

"Hello?" Mark asked, relieved to have finally been able to talk to a real person.

"Yes?" a woman answered. "Who is this?"

"My name is Mark Cohen," Mark replied nervously, "And I have some really bad news. Are you sitting down?"

Mark could hear some shuffling over the phone, which he assumed was someone sitting down. "What is it?"

"Your daughter, April, died on the 7th. She was a close friend of mine, and I am planning her funeral. I've been trying to reach you for a while now, and I am just so sorry," he rambled.

Silence greeted him as my mother's face crumpled with disbelief, and then, grief. "How did she die?" my mother asked.

"Um," said Mark, not knowing whether to tell her or not. "She killed herself."

I knew my mother was not going to take this well. She was a woman of God, and suicide is a big no-no. I mean, she wouldn't even let me have a boyfriend when I was 16. 16 is old enough, no matter what she says. And Dad isn't there anymore to tell her to chill out. He left when I was 9, and it just got worse and worse. That's why I left as soon as I got my diploma.

"Well," my mother said with a steely voice. "She can rot in hell for all I care then. If they'll let her in, of course." And with that, my mother swore me off for eternity. And hung up on a dumbstruck Mark.

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