A Good Day for Alice.

The morning of my funeral was quiet, albeit for the church bells that rang loudly throughout the town while a light drizzle dampened the neighborhood. The sun hung low behind the deep clouds. Cars idled slowly down the streets towards the church. The air hung thick with benevolence. Umbrellas dotted the parking lot. Dark red roses lined the walls, wafting a sweet smell throughout the damp, dark day. Roses, of all the flowers they could have chosen. I would have preferred sunflowers.