How can one miserable woman have so many good things said about her. I thought we would have been out of here long ago. I guess money can't buy you happiness but it can buy you a lot of lies after you're dead. It's truly ironic that George is up there touting how wonderful a person she was when we were both just griping about her last week on the tennis court. Carol was trying to change the yearly dance at the country club and neither of us were happy about it. Of course, no one expected her to go so soon. She was only 60 . They say 60 is the new 40. Whatever that means. Dead is dead. Oh yeah, the organ is playing. One last song, one last tribute to that wench and we're out of here.
The soloist, who probably cost the family a fortune and was flown in from L.A., started singing "You are So Beautiful to Me". I can hardly hold in the laughter. I wonder if she planned this herself and left instructions with the family with threats to withhold money if they didn't do it.