Funerals and the people who attend them

Perched in the eyrie for the past nine years, overlooking a funeral home, I have observed a social curiosity: white people, particularly older ones, almost always stand around talking and laughing in the parking lot afterwards. Hispanics occasionally serve snacks from the trunks of their cars, but do so somberly even as they allow their children to scamper about. Black people generally exit quickly, quietly weeping. Asians sometimes express their grief loudly; other times seem almost stoic. But every time I hear the sound of animated conversation and greeting, I am sure to find white people outside the funeral home doors.

Yep, there it is again. I knew before looking, and I was right.