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The dead don't look like themselves but they don't do impersonations either.

My father used to put the fun in funerals but he isn't doing a great job at his own.

Is it my turn to be the life of the party now that the old one is dead?

I start singing my father's favorite show tunes. Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am but I'm pretty sure it's genetic.

Story by:

Judy Samuels

submitted at 3:47pm

22 September 2010