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.