[ WP ] You 've been invited to a dead man 's party .

I can hear the music from the parking lot. Smokers are outside chit chatting and taking their drags. The walk to the door is long, even if it's no more than 20 feet. I timidly wave and they head nod back. Some pat my shoulder or hug me as I go in. 
 
 Today has been *long*. From the caterers to the band something had to go `` wrong'' with each of them. I want to be in bed. The scent of sleep around my head but no. I had to be invited to this party. I had to organize this party. `` One last time,'' he said. `` It'll be fun,'' he said. He forgot to mention I would be doing most of the work. 
 
 The faux candle lights hurt my eyes. He designed it, I executed it. It's loud and garish and some have let loose. I ca n't let loose. My little black dress, flecked with gold, ( his favorite ) hugs my curves as I walk through the ballroom to the bar. I am greeted along the way. People thank me and tell me how beautiful and exceptional everything is. Not everyone is dancing, even though it's a party. But everyone is brought together and that was the goal. 
 
 I make my order and thank the gods for open bar. I look to my right and survey the room again. I look to my left and I see him. He's smiling, his eyes shining, and his suit is impeccable. I remember when the photo was taken. He thought he looked cheesy I told him he was handsome. It takes all I have not to gulp the drink down and smash my glass against it. 
 
 And before I lose it, I hear the strains of music come on over the speakers. The DJ calls out my name and tells me it's from you. I take a step and my friends are with me, supporting me, and embracing me because they know I may crumble. 
 
 I laid you to rest today and you want me to celebrate my life. Well, I have no life without you! But, thank you inviting me to the party.
