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April 27, 2007
It is the day of Kevin's grandfather's burial. It is raining what his grandfather used to call "kittens and puppies -- not quite hard enough to be cats and dogs!"

At least six people have said something like this: "Ahhh, the skies are crying for the loss of a good man!" or "There are indeed tears in heaven!"

Six months ago, when they buried his grandmother, the sun shone. Then, people from this same group said stuff like this: "Ohhh, the skies are smiling for Helen!" or "There is indeed laughter in heaven!"

Kevin wishes they'd all stop talking shit.