[ CW ] End your story with the words `` Where did you come from , where did you go ? Where did you come from , Cotton-Eye Joe ? ''

I stared into the mirror for several long minutes, swallowing repeatedly to keep the sobs down. I had given up on holding back tears yesterday, I never knew someone could cry so much. After getting control of my breathing I finished with my tie and walked out to my car. My brother was driving me today, after the way I had acted yesterday I understood why, I just hate the way he drives and wish someone else had stepped up. 
 
 On the drive over my brother tried to start a conversation a few times but gave up when I did n't respond. 
 
 We pulled up in front of the cemetary and I stared up at the bright cheery day balefully, wishing it was at least cloudy. The service was short and somber, my friend had died badly and nobody wanted to go into too much detail about it. 
 
 It was my turn to stand in front of the crowd and speak, `` Hello everybody. As you know me and Joe had a running joke about what we would do at each-others funerals.'' I stopped, swallowing another sob. `` With that in mind, please join me in singing.'' 
 
 With my eyes bloodshot and having not slept for three days, I choked out the lyrics to the stupid song `` where did you come from, where did you go, where did you come from cotton eye Joe.''
