A Recipe For A Funeral
(by Deborah Weiss)
I stood graveside while the rabbi recited kaddish, the Jewish prayer of mourning, for my favorite uncle. Lost in reminiscing about the past, I felt someone’s arms around my waist. When I turned my head, it was my aunt’s BFF, and she was tying her shawl around me.
“Your trousers split,” she whispered in my ear.
The day only got weirder.