He felt justified, too, when he arrived for the funeral service, under the dark and threatening sky. There weren't all that many umbrellas and all-wea...her coats, Father Tom saw, a pretty-typical turnout of about forty people or so.There were two people in Army uniforms in the audience, two Enlisted, and there was a formation of Navy Enlisted in all-weather coats. There were a few Navy officers, too, standing toward the rear of the gathering. The girlfriend was there, too. The next of kin was. The door closing almost immediately signified that I should head back to the office, but I waited.I pressed my ear to the door and tried to listen, half-wondering if she was just putting all this on. Some kind of macabre joke. There was complete silence inside and then a sudden bellowing:"STEVE, YOU CAN GO HOME NOW!!!"The sounds of my shoes scuffing on the lino indicated my retreat to the office as I went to collect my gear.Heading home that night, questions kept sifting through my brain as I. " He made air quotes around date."Haha no she just has to tutor me in Literature some." Uh huh, you gonna make a move?" I don't know really, we haven't really talk since the Christmas party." Oh yyyeeeaaahhh that was one great night, well I gotta go my rides here see ya Ethan." He waved as he jogged off.I was last to leave the locker room. I put my I-Pods' earphones on and played a quick Dubstep song to get my mind off of tutorials. I finally reached the room and when I walked in nobody was. Inevitably selfish.." "It makes sense too." "How so?" "Well, pnemonia.. sex.. the fetus." "My dear Andrew, sense is the last thing it will ever make.." "The Flu."The jungle is an Archeological breeding ground. Things we dig up calling old, all the time, are really only new. People just want to be important. People just want to be a part of history. They're really just the products of an incredibly rich and thickly festering life in the Pleistescene. Festering beyond our anticeptic.