“How could I sleep with a man I wasn't sure would attend my funeral?”
“How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.”
“I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.”
“I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn't sure I could do that when it was my turn.”
“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
“I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain”