It was one of those funerals you go to mostly to be sure the guy won’t ever be bothering you again. I’ve been to a lot of those, but this one was different. This time it was strictly business, and I had never met the poisonous old so-and-so we were solemnly off-kissing. I don’t think many of the others in the church had met him either, especially the ones driving the news cameras and the bright lights.

That’s the first paragraph of a short story I wrote I few years ago. You can find the rest of it here.