The Huffington Post -
26 Nov 2014 22:33

It had all the trappings of a typical Miami funeral. The eulogists, stifling their tears. The aria, Handel's mournful Piangero la Sorte Mia. The loud lamentations of the black laced lloradera. In the center of it all stood a glazed green urn and a shrouded portrait of the deceased, just 16 when he met his premature demise. Granted, the painting was of the modernist school, but the dearly departed had a decidedly blue-green hue, jagged teeth, and a whopping curlicue of a tail. In a macabre touch,...
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