A distant son, twice-disowned daughter and wife number 4, cracking gum, practicing your signature on the back of a withdraw slip.
Who else did you think would come?
From what source a guest list drawn?
A crowd to rally as you sank. Air-boat props dragged through water you fouled. Perhaps a priest to anoint you, Atheist on your way down?
Perhaps wife number 2 barring a basket of fruit and the knife she tried to stab you with or would you prefer to take into the fifth?
Which of your siblings, long deleted from your mailing list, did you expect to make the trip? And which of your 8 children known owed you as much as an hour of our time?
You who never held a hand or gave a damn.
Hard to admit; sweet timing, saccharine sugar daddy. Buttering your way in and out of wedding rings. (more than enough for one entire hand)
In the end, even you wanted tears and a 6 piece band.
How poorly you planed.
