Several attendees suggested his suicide was a flaw in his philosophy. It seemed plausible to them, he would’ve lived longer and happier if he had surrendered to a higher power.
She knew it wasn’t true.
Rather: his pain was a flaw in the design delivered by evolution and not curable by prayer or things floating behind clouds. Eternal life seemed such a chore.
As she started the eulogy, she demanded no one bow their heads and announced there would be no prayer. A few stood up to leave, and she was glad to see them go.
She spoke.
Ernest Gordon Taulbee‘s fiction has appeared in several literary journals. He holds an MA in English from EKU. His Twitter handle is @gordtaul.
The Centifictionist 
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