A friend of mine's funeral was today. At least it was a beautiful day for it.
He was a street performer in his mid-thirties, and though you might laugh or roll your eyes in disgust he had a real talent--he was a mime. I was glad to see that all his work friends came; they're all mimes in this sort of street theater/acting troupe that works downtown. It was a very nice ceremony, as far as funerals go. The pastor's words were reassuring, and when the grief was at it's strongest point the pastor paused, looked out across this gathered group of mimes and asked for a moment of talking.
Happy April Fool's Day.