you're a handsome devil...what's your name?

my siblings are at a funeral this morning. one of their own was killed this week. car accident. a grisly one, by the sounds of the arrangements. closed casket. not good. it's been a while since i've experienced this, but it seems our small little hometown is cursed. young people don't last long there. this is the second funeral in as many weeks, which is a horrible thing when you're barely 21. it sort of changes your outlook on life, makes you doubt what you think you know. i feel for them, i really do. it's a horrible thing when someone you know, someone you're close to just isn't there anymore. it takes a long time for that wound to heal. and when it finally does you're never quite the same.