The Funeral

 CHP's funeral was last Tuesday.  We showed up, sat in the back, and paid our respects to the (undeserving) widow and her exact likeness of a daughter.  

It was the SuperBETCH Jr., show complete with subtitles for anybody who might have a difficult time understanding that SHE was the one in charge and running everything.  Even the priest made a comment about her monopolizing everything.  I so wanted to change the channel.

SuperBETCH Jr. made the announcement that a luncheon was being provided at a local restaurant following the ceremony.  Sadly, the announcement was not a true invitation.  People felt the weird vibe and did not attend the luncheon.  Where did people congregate?  At our house.  We did not make any announcements nor try to hijack their luncheon in anyway.  We were simply exhausted from being exposed to the prolonged drama that was made even worse by SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  We just wanted to go home after the funeral and feel our emotions.   

People just started showing up at our house.  Pretty soon we needed to order a bunch of pizzas.  Pretty soon it was a full-blown gathering.  There were tears shed and also some laughter along with some really amazing stories of CHP delivering a baby on the Golden Gate Bridge and stories from Balboa High School back in the 1950's.  

Come to find out that some of the people who actually did go to SuperBETCH's luncheon left in a hurry because of the awkward and cold energy.   We had more people at our house honoring CHP after the funeral (which was not planned) than SuperBETCH did at her fancy luncheon where napkins were counted out to an exact number and placed exactly 3 inches from the place setting.  

Yup.  Beer, pizza and salad still rule the day.  Hey, we even had some cheesy garlic bread.    It's even better if it is not planned.  

GFYS, SuperBETCH and SuperBETCH Jr.  So glad we will never have to see either one of you ever again.  BUH-BYE.