David Wakeling

Dead men don’t wear dresses.

Simone never drank before midday,
It was a habit her father taught her.
But today was different.
Her husband Aaron of 25 years was dead.
It was in his will that he wanted to be buried in a dress.
So she had a long glass of Moet Champagne.

The will even specified the kind of dress.
It was to be an A-Line,Princess V-neck,Tea-Length, Taffeta
Holiday Dress With Ruffle.
She laughed and cried at the same time.
It was almost impossible to find such a dress.
It was said by some that he looked glamorous,
As he lay there motionless.

For Simone the beating of her heart was inaudible.
She put her tiny hand on her chest but felt nothing.
Somethings cannot  be tolerated with politeness.

After the third glass of champagne she stood up and
addressed the congregation.

“I want to say a few words. I apologize for being a little tipsy.
I meet Aaron when he was a budding architect.
I was dazzled by his deep blue eyes and winning smile.
We never had children but that didn’t matter we had each other.
I loved him with a deep love that went beyond admiration.
I will never forget his caresses,
But no dead men don’t wear dresses.