His will explicitly stated that the funeral have an open bar. Nobody was sure why, exactly. They almost got through the entire service before the rain started and the first fist was thrown. After seven shots of vodka, Uncle Bennie clocked Cousin Victor. Ol’ Vick returned it though, knocking poor old Bennie to the ground. They clipped Aunt Anna on the way down, and after two long island ice teas, she was more than ready to join in. As Aunt Anna attempted to put Vo-Vo into a headlock, I smiled and hoped he was looking on and smiling too, somewhere.
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Title by: headburner
Story by: Quintin
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