It was supposed to be a happy night. Well, sorta.But it was also the wake of Justin's mom. I really can't stay in places where the dead are being laid like cemeteries, funeral parlors or wakes. I really just can't stay long. Even when my dad died, I was forever away or doing something else. I also don't look inside the coffin. And I'm telling you it's not because I'm afraid to die. I'm not actually afraid to die. I'm pretty sure where I'm going if I die. I don't like the absence of life though. It's not like dying where our soul goes on with another life. But a dead body is just like a lifeless shell. It's sad that way. No life.
We had coffee with friends.