Headed to my third funeral in as many weekends on Sunday. The first was of a friend's parents, the second a friend's ex-spouse, this last one a cousin's spouse -- but he was a decade older. Nonetheless we see a trend here.
By comparison, this year I have been to one wedding and one "wedding party" which was kind of like a mercy fuck for friends of the parents so that the lucky couple wouldn't have to suffer through the suffocating presence of the parents' friends on their Big Day. "It's supposed to be our special day, not yours!" They undoubtedly said to mom and dad. As if bride and groom have to pay any attention whatsoever to the parents' friends. I coulda told them that. You just make eye contact and give that firm grip for the briefest of interactions then pocket the loot and bustle off to Cabo.
And so we are deprived of that natural cadence, that middle-life period when weddings and births at least keep pace with if not outpace funerals in a life-affirming way. Ah well, such is life.
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