The Djinn
“In movies, funerals are invariably held in a steady downpour, with black umbrellas and tears mingling with the rain. If there were any tears at this gathering-which I didn’t notice-they were thoroughly mingled with unsentimental sweat.
The deceased was probably the most comfortable person there. He lay in an expensive casket of polished light oak with rather attractive shell-pattern handles, its lid laden with lilies and roses and orchids. It was more like a dismal flower show than a funeral, a...nd regardless of our somber faces, all anybody could think about was getting our late friend buried and going back for a cool can of beer.
The priest stood over the open grave and said his bit. The widow dabbed her eyes with a little lace handkerchief. Then the coffin was lowered into the hard-baked soil, and we all self-consciously threw lumps of mud on the lid. I didn’t like to throw mine too hard, in case it disturbed him. He was better off where he was.
We walked away through the gleaming white forest of immobile angels and marble headstones.MoreLess
The deceased was probably the most comfortable person there. He lay in an expensive casket of polished light oak with rather attractive shell-pattern handles, its lid laden with lilies and roses and orchids. It was more like a dismal flower show than a funeral, a...nd regardless of our somber faces, all anybody could think about was getting our late friend buried and going back for a cool can of beer.
The priest stood over the open grave and said his bit. The widow dabbed her eyes with a little lace handkerchief. Then the coffin was lowered into the hard-baked soil, and we all self-consciously threw lumps of mud on the lid. I didn’t like to throw mine too hard, in case it disturbed him. He was better off where he was.
We walked away through the gleaming white forest of immobile angels and marble headstones.MoreLess
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