THE FIRST thing I noticed is the name.
Karen Lovelust.
I have no idea what kind of a name that is, where it would come from, or how in the hell I never had any clue about her last name at all, but in all honesty, I think it fits her the name. Lovelust. Just like her personality.
For real. I might or might have not chuckled a little bit seeing her name. It might or might have not chased all the eyes in the almost empty funeral home to me, but I stifle it inside, lifting my head high and pretend like I know exactly how to cry.
I imagine Karen being here and she would probably be annoyed that some people actually showed up. She would tell me why did I even bother to throw a funeral for her and she would say that I looked ugly in my black knee-length dress. I can just imagine Karen roll
