Dear Die-ary...

The best Batman picture ever. EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. Click to enlarge, of course.

Today, as said yesterday, was Nan's funeral. I had to get up early, to see... Nan. When I went in to see her... one of the most terrifying things I've ever seen. A dead body. I've seen plenty of dead fish, cats, hamsters, etc etc, but never a real dead person. Grandad was saying how she looked 'natural' and 'peaceful'. But from what I could see, well, it looked like she was wearing extra thick eyeliner, and her eyelashes had plastered to her face. Her mouth was stretched, quite literally ear-to-ear. What the hell had they done to her?? She looked... abnormal. I didn't like it. They could've done a better job, even though she was gonna be cremated anyway.

Later was the funeral. There was a gathering of relatives, including cousin Carl (who's over 20) who I'd never met before. He's in the army and loves video games! Awesome! But, yeah, it's a funeral so, ahem. But, to our shock, we found my 2 year old second cousin. Why did he have to come?? He loved to throw my things down the stairs. So we soon went there, anyway. There was a coffin, and a hurst, and... mmm. We waited for ages, and before we even got into the funeral... room... thing, Mom started crying her eyes out, even though she's not directly related to Nan. And soon, we went into the...room...thing.

It was short. So very short. We were made to sing a hymn (I didn't sing, ha ha) and because there was so few of us, you could hardly hear us singing against the loud organ. The vicar had to sing up to encourage us. He said a few words about her, which was sad because he didn't even KNOW her. Also, he seemed too happy. It was just... angrifying. New word! When the coffin was lowered into what I think is the oven, I waved and said 'goodbyeeeeeeee'. We were taken out (thankfully when the FORBIDDEN song was being played) and we saw all the flowers. Not many. But I later found out that she had more than most. The councilor-like vicar guy tried to talk to me about mobile phones. It didn't go very well, and he soon left me. And we soon left the place. Not very long.

We lead everyone back to MY house (mwaa-haa-haa-haa), where time was wasted. I'm glad the Brad monster went. But he took my modeling material! That little 2 year old git!!

Oh and another thing, this Happy Noodle Boy comic suits the occasion:
http://www.gondwana.net.au/secret/images/happy-noodle-boy-1.jpg

Thinking about Nan, yep yep.