Flash Fiction #228 – Cynthia’s Funeral

Flash Fiction #228 – Cynthia’s Funeral

can’t with this funeral.

Right playlist, wrong singer.

I asked for Celine Dion… not Kelly Clarkson.

Kelly!

Stop crying over my casket!

You’ll ruin my makeup…!

OMG… Mother!

My roots are showing!

And pink?

Okay, it’s my go-to color, but not at my funeral!

I said black Versace gown.

Jesus.

Thank God my friends are MIA, I’d just die… even more.

Bradley!

Fiances don’t kiss their dead girlfriend’s best friend!

I swear to God, if it’s the last fucking thing I do,

I’m gonna find a way to haunt all you losers from the grave.