The day of my funeral, I felt guilty and watched as my parents cried.
The day of my funeral, I laughed as I watched my clueless three year old brother fool around with my clueless baby cousins.
The day of my funeral, a watched how dismal the clouds were in the sky.
The day of my funeral, I sighed as my body was carried to the gravesite.
The day of my funeral, I got one last glimpse of the scar on my neck from the noose that killed me.