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Just a week or so ago I commented to my father that if I should ever die, I didn't want to lie in state. The whole process bothered me.

Tonight, guess what I had to deal with.

Not fun at all. And it's beginning to get really annoying to go to anything related to dad's death. Out of all the kids, I'm the one who looks the most like him... except for the fact I'm a church. Today at church, people were falling apart at the sight of me. It wasn't a "oh, you poor thing" that the rest of my family gets. It was a complete and utter breakdown...

Person> ::stares at me and starts crying::
Me> ... are you okay?

And at the viewing tonight...

Person> I knew you were a Shelkey... because....you........
Me> Look like him, I know.
Person> ::starts crying::

Maybe I'm too cold. I was the only other family member in the room on Thursday when mom was told that dad had passed away, and frankly, once we heard on the phone that he has passed out and fallen over, I knew that was it. Call it a 6th sense.

And there's two more viewings tomorrow.