Am I the only person who had my heart broken by Funeral? I love Sue!


Ten o'clock

Sue sits down to write a speech for her sister's funeral.


Ten o'clock and Sue sat curled up on her couch in front of the television.

Ten o'clock and she almost wished she hadn't told the two boys to throw everything away.

Ten o'clock.

She missed her sister.

Alone, with no sounds in the room but her own breathing; not a single ring of the telephone.

Alone, with only a fifty-odd year old teddy bear crushed to her chest and soaked with tears.

Alone in the world.

She missed her sister.

Hopeless.

Helpless.

On the coffee table sat a blank piece of paper, clipped to her old clipboard: a clipboard she had spent the past two days staring at, knowing not what to write.

Knowing nothing.

She missed her sister.

Her sister.

Jean.

Jean.

Something inside her… there was something inside her, broken. Something inside her was broken and she had no idea what it was or how to fix it.

It was shattered to pieces.

She didn't even know what is was, and it was gone.

Whatever it was, it was gone forever.

And, without noticing, Sue had stood up. Still clutching the stuffed animal close to her chest, she made her way to the door of her apartment. She needed to take a walk. She needed some fresh air.

She needed to get away.

She needed to get away from her life.

She had nobody.

Nobody.

Jean.

She was trying desperately not to fall apart, and she was failing.

She missed her sister.

And suddenly, her mind was set. She didn't know why she thought it and she didn't even know she thought it.

There was nothing for her in the world anymore.

Nothing.

Nobody.

Jean was gone.

Jean did not exist any longer.

Her sole purpose for living for as long as she could remember. Jean.

She missed her sister.

She needed to see her sister.

Ten o'clock.

She needed to see her sister.

Hug her sister.

Jean.

Jean.

Jean.

Almost mechanically, she opened the door and immediately tripped over something. She stumbled past it and then, looking to the ground to find the offender and meaning to kill it, she only found boxes.

So, almost curiously, she opened one.

Teddy bears.

Jean's teddy bears.

And with that, she fell to her knees and began to sob uncontrollably.

Something inside her was broken.

She missed her sister.

Her sister.

Jean.

Jean.

Jean!

She knew what was in the other boxes. She didn't have to check. She didn't even have to read the note.

She did anyways.

Just in case, it said, in a familiar loopy writing. Before you do something you'll regret. Please don't do something you will regret.

She did the only thing she could do; she carried the boxes inside. One by one.

Sitting at the top of the next box she opened was an old tape. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

Without even thinking about it, she slipped it into the VHS player and began to watch.

Pure Imagination. Her sister's favourite song.

She missed her sister.

And she grabbed the clipboard and began to write.