On the day of his funeral Jerry sat, incognito, at the back of the church and watched the mourners.
His elderly mother looked pleasingly distraught. His brother gave a moving eulogy in which he praised Jerry’s many talents. Rather ironic since the last time they had met Simon had called him a loser.
There was even a sobbing ex-girlfriend; what right had she to be there?
He couldn’t take it any more. Jerry strode down the aisle to confront the hypocrites.
His mother and the ex-girlfriend screamed. Simon’s face blanched as he fumbled for a crucifix.
“Get back, foul beast.”