"I don't know you," I said. I really didn't recognize her from anywhere.
"How are you related to Bill?"
"I'm his sister's granddaughter."
"Which one?" she asked. I told her.
"That's why." We probably met at the nursing home while she was cutting his hair or something; I don't remember.
I did discover the lounge area and started eating on the sweets. Someone brought éclairs. Mmm. When Motel Lady discovered who I was (gods, that makes me sounds like some snooty celebrity), she told the group of people around her who I was, too.
"You know there's a restaurant called Sujin Subs?" she asked me.
"How do they spell it?" I asked.
"S-U-J-E-N," she replied.
"I'll have to pay them a visit," I told her. Then I added jokingly, "Tell them they got it wrong."
After awhile, though, I got bored of this. Maybe this explains my lack of steadiness in...well, anything--I get bored of it after awhile. Mum and Dad were showing no signs of wanting to leave; after all, visitation ended in half an hour anyway, so we might as well stay. So I went outside to explore the cemetery next to the funeral home.
I love cemeteries, but this one has to be the most confusing one I've been in. It's beautiful--statues and gardens everywhere--but there's no real pattern to the graves. If you were looking for, say, a 2006 grave, you couldn't just start at the beginning and start walking. You could find a pattern in some of the really old ones (as in the 40-year-old ones), but not in the new ones. It was interesting.
They also apparently bury some people above ground in that one. I know they do that in New Orleans so the bodies don't just wash away, but this was on top of a hill. Hrm.
Must sleep, funeral tomorrow.