Finally Awake at the Wake

I was talking to a very good friend tonight and she told me a story that I thought was worth sharing. She went to the wake of a friend she had known since second grade. She was driven to the church and she signed the guest book (she signed "From your beloved friend of 75 years"). She and her sister proceeded to the front of the church. She told her that she would not view the body until she composed herself, as she sat wondering why she didn't recognize any of the people there. Her sister, however, viewed the body and told her that it was a man (her friend was a woman). Her first thought was what would the man's wife think when she read the guest book. After the minister finished his prayer, they left the church, but before she left, she scratched out what she had written in the guest book (that couldn't have been pretty). Then they asked someone and found out that the church they wanted was a block and a half away. Another thought was that the friend had been sick for a long time, so maybe she had lost her hair.