I stood at the edge of the crowd, far enough to avoid their eyes, close enough to see the casket lowered into the earth. ⚰️ The polished black wood gleamed in the October light—too perfect, too final.

He would have hated this. He hated pretense. Hated when things were done for show. I could almost hear his teasing voice: “Loosen up. You’re not auditioning for grief.” 🥀