Funeral

You know, you always see these stupid movies about high school kids going to their silly prom dances and they always just look at each other with the expensive clothes and realise how pretty their partner is, once they've ditched the trashy mall bought threads.


Bullshit.


I didn't feel comfortable at all with a suit, and it showed. When Wendy saw me, she really got nervous. She was wearing jeans and a parka, and I could sense that my clothes made her uncomfortable. I lied, of course. I told her I had had a job interview that morning and that I hadn't had time to change. I then started explaining all the ways the suit made me uncomfortable, trying to avoid giving precise anatomy descriptions. After all, this was only a second date. Fortunately, that turned pretty soon into a nice conversation and I realised that all the nervousness of the first date had vanished.
We had a great (short) time. Of course, I never told her I was going to my brother's funeral later on, that would have been inappropriate. I won't give to much personal information about lunch, after all Wendy is probably reading this and she would kick my ass to three different kinds of tomorrows if I was to say anything out of the line. The only stuff you need to know about the date: We laughed, we ate and we had an amazing time.


I was really happy after that, we had agreed on a third date, we had kissed properly this time, we were doing great. And then my parents house came into view and I realised that I shouldn't (let me make that clear: SHOULD NOT) be smiling.
It took a great deal of effort, but I managed to keep my straight face. I managed not to mention Wendy at all. I managed to let myself be caught by the solemn atmosphere. Friends of the family told me they were really sorry and I managed to stay grave and even a little gloomy. I realised that if I just let myself be carried around everything was easier. I was supposed to be in a state of emotional disarray so people were actually supporting me and doing stuff to try to make me feel better. We went to this really big church and I think I even managed to believe for a while that I would never see Mark again.
By the time we got to the graveyard however, everything seemed as such a big farce that I was starting to get really nervous. I thought I wouldn't be able to get through with it, and I realized I was sweating a lot. Apart from my family and some of my parent's closest friends everyone else seemed to be Mark's friends, which meant mafia which meant BGWG (Big Guys With Guns) which meant trouble.


And then, someone hacked into my lenses and suddenly, over the faces of everyone around the coffin I could read in big huge red letters the words TRUST ME. See, tags didn't work that way, I would usually see some text, clearly enclosed and set somewhere. This words were just floating around. I checked the scene, everyone was sitting around the coffin while some guy I had never met was saying things that I wasn't listening to. Nobody seemed to have noticed me already. Then a new message came along.
BAD GUY →


Really subtle.


I looked on the direction of the arrow and saw a car parking near the cemetery back gate. When the doors opened, I realized that I wouldn't have needed whoever it was that was messing with my lenses to realize that these were bad guys.
The message changed again: RUN NOW


Fuck. Was I now in a real mess? I checked the guys from the car and realized they were actually checking on us. They looked just as BGWG-like as everyone else around me, but there was something about the car that made me uneasy. The biggest guy looked like someone from an eighties film about bad cops killing people. He had a sort of Don Johnson thing going on, complete with a white tux, which didn't seem at all appropiate for a funeral. The other guy was smaller, Asian, and was actually talking into a Walkie Talkie.


REALLY RUN


So, who the hell was sending me these messages? Who were those two wankers parked outside. I suddenly felt a rush of panic as I looked back and saw Don Johnson looking at me. He turned to Jet Li and pointed my way and suddenly I knew they weren't pointing at our little reunion. They were pointing at me. Then they started walking into the cemetery and yeah, paranoia finally took the best of me and I decided that, even though I did not trust my lenses hacker, running did seem like the awesomest idea.