And then he laughed through it, which is a thing seventeen-year-olds can do and that I find almost unbearable.
“I told him — I said, ‘I’ll speak at your funeral when you show up to mine in a dress.’”
Several people smiled.
I did not. Because I already knew where it was going and my hands had started.
He Said No. Jack Said Red. And Jack Had a Reason.
“And Jack goes: ‘Fine. Then you have to wear one to mine.’”
Theo looked down at that red fabric.
“I told him absolutely not. I said no. I said there’s no version of this where that happens.”
He paused.
“And then he said red.”
My hands were going badly by then and Daniel took one of them.
“Specifically red. He was very specific about it. Because he said black makes me look like an undertaker.”
Somebody two rows behind me laughed out loud and then immediately started crying, and that’s when the room broke, and after that it was crying and laughing at the same time all the way to the end.
