When you picture a funeral for your twelve-year-old sister, you imagine the people mourning her would be the obvious bunch.
My parents, keeping themselves together as others share their condolences.
My grandparents, comforting the younger siblings as they wonder who will play video games with them now.
Aunts and uncles, running from room to room, either to mingle or to help the funeral home with preparations.
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