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Had the priest, Father Francis, over at Mum's place. I had heard about him from Mum, but never met him in person. He helped us organize the funeral service, and what would be said during the mass.

I also found out he was from Vietnam (even though he wasn't short and skinny like many other Vietnamese I knew). I started talking about my time in Vietnam, but when I realized how 'carried away' I was getting, I had to stop myself because I knew we had a funeral to organize.

Also, Damon seemed to be in a crappy mood but I was not sure why. I'm sure it was because he was upset, but I felt like it was directed at me for some reason or other. Does being unhappy have to mean other people are obliged to put up with you? I didn't think so... But I will never know what is up with some people unless they tell me.