[ WP ] A character reads an obituary , and is forced to decide whether or not to attend the funeral .

*Jack Jones, passed peacefully in his sleep, aged 43. Survived by his three children, Alex, Mark and Stephanie. Services to be held this Sunday at... * 
 
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 I checked it again; the details were right, the age, the children's names... I was torn; I had n't seen the Jones children since they moved away, after that horrible incident... Given the aftermath, would they even attend their own father's funeral service? 
 
 I did n't want to go... but I had to know. 
 
 * 
 
 I hated my car; it was an ancient piece of crap that I should have traded in for a handful of `` magic'' beans years ago. So of course it broke down on the way to the funeral service - there's nothing so classy as being late to a funeral. Especially a funeral like this one. 
 
 * 
 
 I arrived a few minutes late; I snuck in through the back door - I could n't even find a seat, so I tried to blend into the back wall as best I could. 
 
 Steph was at the podium, caught up in the middle of her eulogy; her brothers seated off to the side. I had n't expected any of them to come, especially her; I knew she'd taken the divorce hard, and the intervening years had aged her terribly - but God, she looked so much like her mother did, before the cancer robbed her of her youth... 
 
 Steph suddenly found me, standing in the back. Her blue eyes locked with mine, and her words caught in her throat. She choked back a cry and gasped: 
 
 *''... Dad?!? `` *
