great deal while saying little. The priest kicked things off with a reverential welcome, and I was aghast as it slowly dawned on me that there was to be no flaming pyre? No sacrificial bighorn sheep or grizzly bear? “There won’t be any trumpets blowin’ come the judgment day”? What the fuck?! Didn’t these people know whom it was we were burying today? At this point, I caught myself, extremely mortified at the power of my selfishness. Of course these people knew. “These people” belonged to Tom Laughlin, and he belonged to them. I was the egotistical asshole who had been graciously allowed by
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