So a few weeks ago I got information that one of my cousins died. (This is a third cousin, my great-grandma’s sisters daughters son, its true, and i KNEW that before it being explained to me). Its a very sad situation, he had two daughters and died from unexpected and preventable complications in with back surgery. He was 38 and it was way too young for him to go. All that said and condolences given here is the true story of the day:
The day started with my aunt calling and realizing that I was coming as well, her response “Oh goody! It’s going to be a lot of fun” (mind you its a funeral). We arrived at the funeral home where there were a ton of girls in very short black dresses and very high thick heels. We entered and I’m pretty sure Santana was playing (apparently they just hooked up his ipod and put it on shuffle… we all looked at each other and said “remind me to clean up my ipod), you can imagine the selection). At the front of the room was the casket and the flowers sent in condolences and an odd shaped flower arrangement on top the casket.
Yes, its true there was a BEER CAN flower arrangement on the top of the casket. If you don’t believe it, here is another one as better proof.
I don’t usually take pictures at funerals, but my uncle requested a shot or two. The fun did not start here. After the funeral, that was indeed filled with speeches that ended and/or began with “he was a bad ass friend”. We went down to the reception that was held at a bar, with a very nice lunch I must add, but a bar non the less. When I walked in everyone (so it seemed) had a bar in their hand. The bar was dark and small with three metal shinny poles in the middle of the room and lots of loud music playing. The centerpieces at the bar where more beer can flower arrangements (ten total). I at one point and time touched the pole with one of my hands, but forgot when one, so I was unable to eat because I forgot what hand I touched it with and the food was finger food. Instead of speeches there were toast given and then the whole bar burst out in the song “because I got high” (this song describes all the things that the singer would have done, but instead got high). Although this was all entertaining the best part of the night was what my second cousin did.
My cousin Greg, who is 21 and has two children 8 months apart, only comes around so often, but graced us with his presence at the funeral. The whole day he was making sly comments to me, but being oblivious to the world, I ignored them and laughed them off. Yet, at the bar I was so thrown off I couldn’t have missed it. Like I said, at the bar everyone had beer in their hands, but I did not. He (greg) asked where my beer was, I explained to him that I was on contact and therefore unable to drink for year. He then responded with “Well how do you know greg?” (thats the guy that died) I told him that he was my cousin where he responded with “That’s not true that means you’d be my cousin” I said “I’m pretty sure I am” and NOT LIE… his response was “That’s not true, because then you’d be my cousin, and no one I am related to looks as good as you do”. I stood there dumbfounded and because I know that my facial expressions ALWAYS express my feelings he knew I thought he was an idiot, but right then, like a night in shinning armor, my uncle swooped in and said “yes, she IS your cousin” and walked me away.
So there we have it, beer can flower arrangements and being hit on by my cousin, bet you cant beat that family gathering. 
