Content Warning: This blog contains discussions of death and grief and allusions to domestic violence; reader discretion is advised.
I kind of like going to funerals. I find them calming, and hopeful, and a good chance to catch up with people you haven’t seen in ages. I know that’s weird; it’s only one of many weird things about me, but it is weird nonetheless. It makes people uncomfortable, when someone doesn’t react to death in the same way they do.