Walter was not a young man but everyone at the wake was very upset. I was
hoping that it wouldn't be that bad because I generally don't do well at
those things. But sure enough, the last respecters were all basket cases.
I loved Walter. Everyone who knew him did. He was one of the most kind,
generous, understanding people I had ever known. He lived his life, but the
way he died was sudden nonetheless. Apparently he had a heart attack while
eating Mary's world famous rump roast.
When I knelt down next to her in front of the casket I expected to see
her distraught and weeping like the rest of us. Instead she wore a deeply
sinister smile from ear to ear that immediately darkened my heart.
"Why are you smiling," I said, in shock. Mary looked me directly in the
eye and said: "The last time I made him a roast he beat me senseless because
it wasn't spicy enough for him. Well this time I spiced it up real nice for
the son of a bitch."
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