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Jeannine's avatar

I brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed the tip of his tiny nose, as I buttoned up his little suit. My boy looked so adorable, I could barely stand it.

A voice asked, "Ready, ma'am?"

Unable to answer, I nodded, my eyes filling with tears as they closed the small coffin. It hurt too much to say goodbye.

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Stephanie Loomis's avatar

"Not a suit." Why do people who know nothing about you get to decide what the deceased wears?

"But sir, it is customary--"

Brad interrupted, "I have his aloha shirt, shorts, and flip flops with me."

Aghast, the mortician sputtered. "You can't mean--"

"That's exactly what I mean."

An hour later, guests gathered, fresh from the surf, windblown and salty.

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