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I won’t talk about the funeral. It’s beyond me. I got through it somehow, but how – words fail me.
One thing I will say, though: Gamma didn’t show up, and I carried the coffin, and once again—for the last time—we were “Alpha plus Beta.”
Gamma had a bout of high blood pressure. I guess that explains his red face – his blood flows to his head.
Beta went off somewhere down below, and then, probably, into the skies. As we were coming back, the crematorium chimney was dutifully belching thick, greasy smoke skywards.
