Monday, October 01, 2007

Going to a funeral (finale, morendo)

Please read parts one and two of this triptych first. Thank you.

Harry Sr. hadn't been that young, but still his passing away had been somewhat unexpected. Well, it's not like he had been vegitating away for a long time because of some disease. He had died of some heart thing. You know that kind of thing you're born with and never find out about til you suddenly drop dead. Like people sometimes do in movies for dramatic effect. Dying from a genetic heart defect is something that could happen to anyone basically. So, listen up you screen writers! Cheap but effective plot device! The death of a minor or even major character will give your teenage drama or tragicomedy the necessary twist after 75 minutes. I'm sorry, I digress.
So, Harry Sr.'s dying at the age of seventy-something in a state of seemingly perfect health was the reason for this very particular gathering. Apart from John, Mark, and obviously: Harry, all the necessary personel for some kind of family drama was there. You know, a weird kind of drama, something Danish maybe.
Harry's mother was a weird person. She seemed untouched by her husband's death, treating the guests like the occasion was a birthday or something. Harry's sister seemed less stable, she had obviously cried a lot the passed few days. John could tell, but Mark? Mark couldn't. He was, ...like... 10 miles high or something. Harry's brother, two or three years younger, was actually quite likeable, contrary to the guys' expectations, after all that Harry had told them--

Sorry, but I'm afraid we have to finish this without a proper ending.