I was taught that when someone dies, its sad. Thats why I’m confused. Everyone looked grim and depressed, but as soon as someone wasn’t looking, they would chuckle, laugh even. They’re at the funeral to pay respects to the deceased, so why laugh? But it didn’t matter what they thought. I was sad that my grandpa was dead. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t as if I loved the man, let alone like him. Its just that… well, you see, this one time, when I was out, I had a talk with Mr. Johnston. He told me that if grandpa ever died, then it was off to St. Monroe’s with me. I’ve been there once, St.