The funeral for Donna was well attended. The men came out of
respect; the women out of gratitude. It made me think of all the
weddings we'd gone to in this church. The friends of the bride
sat one one side; the friends of the groom on the other. Maybe
we should do that for funerals, too. Friends of the deceased on
one side, enemies on the the other. Trish and Monique would have
been the only women on the friends' side.