...and I am wide awake due to ill-timed ingestion of coffee.
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I came online to check for my father's obituary and found that the posting in a suburban paper is wrong and I'm furious. My sister was supposed to proofread it at the funeral home and I don't know if she or the home changed it, but it reads badly and they got the name of his last place of employment (slightly) wrong and I am incensed. I don't want to ask my sister about it because she might have been the one who re-worded it...but, fuck. All the important stuff is right and I know this shouldn't matter but it does. Just like every little fucking thing matters right now, more than it should.
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