The first time I realize that I miss him,
so much that I just might explode,
I'm at his funeral.

My sister picked out the black dress
and shoes,
and my mom did my hair.
They talked in soft whispers all morning,
like if it was too loud,
I'd break.

Too bad they didn't realize
that I was already broken.

Nobody really liked the idea
of Dwight speaking at his funeral,
or even attending the funeral for that matter,
but I insisted.

So when he stands up there,
a few tears in his eyes,
he spoke.
Dwight said that Jim's memory
would be kept alive
and that he had no idea
how much he was loved.
(When he said that part, he looked straight at me.)

Everyone was really startled,
because he was pounding his fists
and yelling the whole time.

Some people were disgusted,
like he wasn't doing Jim any honor,
but only I knew
that Dwight was using the speech tactics
of none other
than Benito Mussolini.