Death At A Funeral Page #11

Did he have his faults?

Yeah.

But he worked hard for his family.

All I wanted to do today

was tell him how much we all loved,

cherished and respected him.

Is that really too much to ask for?

So, maybe he loved Dreamgirls

more than most men.

But, hey, life is complicated.

We do our best.

And Dad, he did his best.

One thing he did

was teach us to chase after our dreams.

So, when you leave here today,

I want you to remember my father

for who he truly was,

a loving, kind, gentle man,

that never judged anyone,

who never cast disparaging remarks

or held prejudice against any race,

creed, gender,

or height.

And if I turn out to be just half the man

that my father was,

then the child I'm planning on having

with my beautiful wife

will be truly blessed.

Thank you.

Well done, son.

It's gonna be good, boy.

Good job.

Oscar, let's not do this again.

I always thought he had a little sugar

in his tank.

Hey, how's Mom holding up?

She's good. Resting.

You know, it's gonna take a while

for her to accept dad was...

You know.

She'll be okay.

You know, that was a pretty good send-off

you gave the old man. You wrote that?

Some guy I met told me

I need to be spontaneous.

Yeah, well, Dad would've been proud.

I know I was.

Maybe when you're ready, you'll let me

take a look at that novel of yours.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm gonna send it to you next week.

- All right.

- But you know Michelle gotta read it first.

- Okay.

I'm not going through that again.

All right. Well, thanks, big bro.

Sure you don't wanna stay another day?

Got a good Laker game coming up.

- Your boy, Kobe.

- No.

I'd just be feeling sad or be in the way.

You know how it is.

Probably gonna get on back.

You know, do my thing. Still gotta grieve.

Me, too.

What? A brother's gotta get to the airport.

Come on, you better make sure

you don't go to jail first.

- Hey.

- Ryan.

- Sis.

- Baby, listen,

- don't stay away so long next time, okay?

- I sure won't. All right, bro.

Hey, next funeral.

- Love you, man.

- Love you, too, man.

Wow, I see he got his ride.

Yeah. R. Kelly used the same car service.

Just like candy.

I am worn out. This has been a long day.

A long, long day.

- And guess what?

- What?

Now I'm interested.

No Mama. No guests. No Uncle Russell.

- Where's Uncle Russell?

- He's upstairs.

I gave him a couple Valium

and put him to bed.

What?

Sh*t. Man.

Everything's so f***ing green.

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