Chapter 35
Funeral Crashers
I stood there wearing sunglasses, feeling the somberness of the funeral. I heard someone blow their nose; We turned and looked at Frazier. He was standing on my left side, and I held his hand, offering him some comfort.
Elena was standing on my right side, wearing oversized sunglasses. She leaned over and whispered, “I’ve heard of crashing weddings, but funerals? That is ridiculous.”
I shushed her, and she rolled her eyes. Frazier was dabbing his eyes. “It’s such a beautiful funeral. I hope mine is as good as this one.”
“You might get your wish if we don’t go to the hospital soon,” a voice said at Frazier’s left side.
“We should go up and pay our respects,” he mentioned to us as we looked at him like he was crazy. “Frazier, you’re nuts. We don’t even know
