somehow, instead of a slideshow of memories playing at my son’s funeral, a video of me taking his killer’s big fat black played. the family struggled to turn the video off, it played for a few hours. instead of memories of u, they all saw ur father take ur killer’s baby maker balls deep in his ass. the video had a timestamp on it, it was taken 20 mins after ur time of death. all anyone could say was “i never seen his dad look so happy”