1. Instead of expressing their deepest condolences, shoals are gathered to be exposed to immense entertainment, like mahjong, and also, to play the roles of a quidnunc.
2. Every guest's main 'disquietude' is on the dishes rather than the deceased.
3. Even the affected relatives seem to be exultant. For instances, my father went around introducing my sister and me to each of every cousin of his -- the queerest thing was that we've never met them before, not even during the chinese luna new year, such a pardox ain't it? Moreover, they seemed to be catching up on their own personal fictions rather than expressing their immense dispair.
4. Let me catechize, for a christian fuernal, you're allowed to wear anything so long as the colour of the garments are stygian right? So, if I were to wear a white dress or a white polo tee accompanied by a black skirt, it would not be offensive, yeh? But no, apparently, Mr big dickhead aka my father, thinks otherwise. In which, I've committed the greatest crime ever. Therefore, I was presented with a slap, which was conducted directly infront of my grandmother's casket. In addition, I was being accused for mistooking my grandmother's wake as a party? I mean, look who's talking? I wasn't the clay piegeon who was making merry throughout the entire requiem.

Digressing, I was clearing through my drawer and I happened to come across these. I'll upload more soon, just kinda lazy to edit/photoshop them.