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- 3697 was sort of full of little hunks of ice. That worried me. I thought probably I'd get
3698 pneumonia and die. I started picturing millions of jerks coming to my funeral and all. My
3699 grandfather from Detroit, that keeps calling out the numbers of the streets when you ride
3700 on a goddam bus with him, and my aunts--I have about fifty aunts--and all my lousy
3701 cousins. What a mob'd be there. They all came when Allie died, the whole goddam stupid
3702 bunch of them. I have this one stupid aunt with halitosis that kept saying how peaceful he
3703 looked lying there, D.B. told me. I wasn't there. I was still in the hospital. I had to go to
3704 the hospital and all after I hurt my hand. Anyway, I kept worrying that I was getting
3705 pneumonia, with all those hunks of ice in my hair, and that I was going to die. I felt sorry
3706 as hell for my mother and father. Especially my mother, because she still isn't over my
3707 brother Allie yet. I kept picturing her not knowing what to do with all my suits and
3708 athletic equipment and all. The only good thing, I knew she wouldn't let old Phoebe come
3709 to my goddam funeral because she was only a little kid. That was the only good part.
3710 Then I thought about the whole bunch of them sticking me in a goddam cemetery and all,
3711 with my name on this tombstone and all. Surrounded by dead guys. Boy, when you're
3712 dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to
3713 just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam
3714 cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and
3715 all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
3716 When the weather's nice, my parents go out quite frequently and stick a bunch of
3717 flowers on old Allie's grave. I went with them a couple of times, but I cut it out. In the
3718 first place, I certainly don't enjoy seeing him in that crazy cemetery. Surrounded by dead
3719 guys and tombstones and all. It wasn't too bad when the sun was out, but twice--twice--
3720 we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and
3721 it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All the visitors that were
3722 visiting the cemetery started running like hell over to their cars. That's what nearly drove
3723 me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then
3724 go someplace nice for dinner--everybody except Allie. I couldn't stand it. I know it's only
3725 his body and all that's in the cemetery, and his soul's in Heaven and all that crap, but I
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