"Two funerals in 4 days"

 I have a funeral tomorrow of an old friend and one on Tuesday of someone I've never met.

I will begin both with this from a classmate in college that she wrote for a man she loved who died in Vietnam. 

    When people die

        It's like a bird flying into a window on the coldest morning

            of the year.

    When people die

        It's like the bears are out of the zoo and

            eating children on the street.

    When people die

            It's like a maniac is in the power station and the

                lights go on and off and on

                off and on and

                off.

    When people die.

            

        I think you'll agree.....