Creative Writing: Thayer's Funeral Home

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"Is that the only thing you had planned for today?" I ask while we continue to drive around on the island. "Well Thayer's funeral service starts in thirty minutes, but I wanted to do something fun before sitting in a room filled with sad people for a while." He responds. Thayer's funeral! I completely forgot that was today. We soon arrive at the funeral home. "Hey Jordyn." I hug her upon our presence. "Hey." She says sadly. "How are you holding up?" I ask. "I'm okay." She answers. Visitation will last for an hour, I remain in my seat while Pierson talks to all of his friends. After the hour is over he returns beside me as we wait for the reception to start. "Why didn't you introduce me to any of your friends?" …show more content…

"This is the only time I've ever seen all of these people dressed up. Normally they are in black jeans and leather jackets." Pierson whispers. "You usually are too." I point out the obvious and he shrugs. Soon the funeral director arrives to start the service. He begins to tell a brief synopsis of Thayer's short, yet thrilling life. I do have to admit, I'm a little bit surprised that Jax didn't show up to Thayer's funeral. Regardless of Pierson and I being there, if he truly cared about Thayer he would have showed up. "Now Thayer's best friend, Pierson Westbrook, would like to say a few words." The directors leaves the podium. I look at Pierson, surprised he offered to speak in front of all of these people. But then again I don't see why he wouldn't speak in front of all this people. After all, these are his friends. He gets up to the podium and takes a deep breath. "As most of you all know, Thayer was my best friend. Him and I have been through a lot of stuff together. He was the only one there for me when times got rough." He continues to talk, but my attention is now focused on Jordyn who is sobbing beside …show more content…

"People will never know the real us, and by us, I mean everyone in this room. We are labeled wrongfully. We're not as bad as the general public makes us out to be. They'll never know what goes on behind closed doors. Thayer was the realest person I ever knew, and it hurts to know he is gone. But one day we will all meet again." "Awww Pierson." I gush. "Shut up." He responds. "But it was-" He cuts me off. "No, shut up." He says once again. "Shut up." I mock. He gives me a glare before sitting back down. There was no burial for Thayer, his body was in horrible condition. He told Jordyn that if he dies, he wants to be cremated. She followed through with his request. I say my temporary goodbye to Jordyn because she is leaving to head to Vermont later tonight. After saying good bye, Pierson and I walk hand in hand out of the funeral home. "Pierson, what were his last words to you?" I ask a personal

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