A short story about a funeral that could be the funeral of any man or woman.

A poem about a funeral.

Poem.

He was a funny guy until he up and died on me.

Standing there at the funeral Of the son you once had………..

Based on every day events when sooner or later we have to go to one, or they will go to yours.

In bed one night Jung was thinking about the funeral he had attended the day before. Suddenly he had a vision: his dead friend was standing at the foot of his head, looking down at him.