the explanation

We were five minutes from the church when we had this conversation:

Canon: Where are we going?
Me: To the church.
Canon: Why?
Me: Pa's sister. Pa's sister died.
Canon: Died? Why her died?
Me: She was very old and sick and the doctor couldn't find a way to help her.
Canon: Pa's sister was sick and she died?
Me: Yes...so we are going to the church to tell her goodbye.
Canon: I want to tell her goodbye. I dropped my butterfly toy.

And that was that. We've dealt with the death of many, many bugs, but I wasn't really ready to deal with human death. She didn't know my great aunt, but she seemed to like the idea of telling her goodbye.

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While my great aunt's funeral was in progress in the main church, a baby shower was in full swing in the fellowship hall. A pallbearer stood outside making sure mourners didn't accidentally dampen the mother-to-be's festivities. Odd and unplanned, but somehow fitting.