It's
finished now.
Well, the
official bits, anyway.
The
funeral is months in the past... We've disposed of almost all of his things... His
death certificate is properly filed away in case of need... His
ashes are in the bottom of
the side of my wardrobe I never open.
And today I went to collect the "
personal effects" he had with him in the car the night he died.
I don't know quite what I was expecting, really. His
wallet, perhaps. A
wristwatch, or the
clothes he died in...
But I did not expect two large brown paper bags filled with the 1/3 of a bottle of
bourbon he didn't drink, and the hose he fed the
exhaust into the car with (and
receipts for both, from just before he died.) I didn't expect the
tinsnips he'd used to trim the hose to the right proportions to fit the pipe exactly.
I thought I was collecting the last bits and pieces of his
life...
Not the instruments of his
death.