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Grief Sex


Susan Hart

Copyright 2014 Susan Hart

Smashwords Edition

He left us too soon.”

They all do.”

He looks so natural; like he’s sleeping.”

At least he didn’t suffer. Count your blessings. At least this wasn’t some long, drawn-out sickness.”

He’ll be waiting for us all in heaven.”

Pete winced with each escalating platitude. Funerals were sad enough. They didn’t need a handful of even sadder clichés to try to bring meaning to them.

Besides, this funeral was completely devastating.

He edged past the gaggle of people offering the well-worn sayings of comfort and sidled up to the casket.

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