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repeatedly ringing a bell then feeding the dog.
Here's the story. Unlike my cyber-friend, I have gone to many, many, many funerals starting at about the age of six or seven. We had a pretty large extended family full of older people who I would see once or twice a year; enough so that I knew who they were, but not so much that I was devistated that they were gone. I actually think that going to all these funerals was good for my developing psyche. I learned how to mourn and how to move on from the sadness. My Grandma was my greatest teacher on how to move on.
Grandma was a terrible influence at funerals. She would crack jokes like, "This party is really dying," or "The host is a real stiff," which would cause me to giggle, then get the look from my parents. They never believed that it was Grandma causing the problem.
Grandma had a larger-than-normal sweet tooth. So, since the whole family was already gathered for a funeral and we were still alive and needed to eat, she would insisit we go to Friendly's after every funeral. Since most of my family members inherited her sweet tooth, there wasn't much argument from anyone.
So, that's my story. I'm really sorry about my friend's loss, and I hope she finds her own version of hot fudge to comfort her during this time.