a morality play in one act

My aunt died yesterday. I'll be heading down later tomorrow afternoon for the funeral. To say the least, I am not looking forward to it. My only thought is getting through it without embarrassing myself or the rest of the participants (it's a small town; any funeral drama would be talked about for years).

Here's what I thought about this morning when I woke up. My aunt sent me money for Valentine's Day, and I never wrote her a thank you note. I meant to; I'd even thought about it this week - "d'oh, you need to write that note!" But, I didn't do it. Sigh.