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                             The Nicest Funeral That Never Was

The doors of the church of my long-ago youth
Were locked; I peeked through the glass and saw
Huge Peavey speakers dangling in holy silence
Above where the Altar used to be

When friends arrived we pondered the mystery
Of a man’s reported death and cremation
With obsequies scheduled for Saturday
Yes, said the passer-by we asked about it

A Saturday next month, and so we loosened our ties
And over fingers of Scotch we asked our whys