Life After: The Cemetery Plot (© Bryan Way)
Page 2 "We have power
of attorney." "I’m sorry, the
terms of the pre-need…" "She’s the
executor…" "Mr.
Prendergast…" "Holt…" Mrs.
Prendergast starts. Holt exhales
through his nose again, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. The funeral
director bites his lip. The three of them sit in silence for a moment. "If
that’ll be all…" The director says, cutting through the silence. Holt stands
up, followed by Mrs. Prendergast. Holt’s glare lingers on the director before
he turns and follows his wife to the door.
10-08-04,
Friday Drearily dressed
mourners fill the tacky room bathed in muted beige; several of them are seated
in awkward, padded metal chairs, but most of them are standing around in small
groups, looking at each other with obligatory concern as they speak in hushed
tones. Holt, flanked by mourners on either side, stands behind his wife, who is
seated a few feet from the long, ornate mahogany coffin. Mrs. Prendergast
appears to be talking constantly, while Holt only occasionally nods at the
passersby before returning his eyes to the floor. Thirty feet
across the room, a college-age couple sits on a couch separated from the rest
of the group. The young woman stands immediately, walking over to a water
cooler to steal herself a drink before returning with a half-full paper cup. As
she takes a long, painfully slow sip, her eyes drift up to the stationary line
of mourners queued next to the coffin. The young man makes eye contact with
someone as they pass by, and then looks over at his significant other. As her
eyes stay fixed, he clears his throat gently. Finally, he takes in a deep
breath. "How well did
you know your Uncle?" "Not well…" She
responds immediately. "…are you
alright?" She looks off to
the side. "Okay… stupid
question…" "I don’t care."
She interrupts. "…at all?" "My mom always
told me to call him Uncle Bill… he insisted on William… I don’t know, I think
it was just to piss him off." "…I get the
feeling there’s a… I don’t know how to put this…" "Apathy?" "That’s one way
to put it." "I could sit
here all day and tell you about how fucked up my family is, but that’s the way
it goes." "…true." She continues to
drink slowly, looking at the mourners. "Which is
which?" "Uncle Bob and
Aunt Rhonda on the far left… Uncle Holt and Aunt Judy next to them… Uncle Bob
number two and Aunt Yelissa to their right… my mom and dad… and Uncle Joe and
Aunt Enid. Rhonda, Judy, Bob, my mom, and Enid are the brothers and sisters." "I think you
mentioned Holt…" "He changed the
will." "…I thought his
wife had power of attorney?" "He makes the
decisions." "Ah, gotcha.
What’d he end up changing?" "It was supposed
to be an open casket." "So, uh… what…
why…" "Cheaper. He
wanted to change the coffin too, but they wouldn’t let him. He’s fighting the
funeral home over something else still… he’s such an asshole." "How do you mean?" "…he was never a
dick to me… he just has to be right… not like I care, my Uncle Bill’s fucking
the rest of the family out of his money, and he’s loaded." "Was loaded." "Well, if he
takes it with him…" "Good point." "…so, who gets
what’s left?" "Who the fuck
cares?"
"…in sure and certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ… who shall change
the body of our low estate that it may be like unto his glorious body,
according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to
himself…" [ Continue to page 3 ] |