Three Weddings And A Funeral

I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I’ d die. ~ Isaac Asimov

This is not a movie. It is a true account that centers on me, who attends weddings and funeral only if they involve people she really knows. There is no romance involved, and she does not run into any tall, dark and handsome guy that she particularly finds attractive. The first wedding is her dear sis’s, whose wedding she enjoys tremendously even before the wedding begins. The second wedding is her dear sis’s friend’s wedding, a Mexican wedding which she also enjoys tremendously due to the fact that she does not need to don any baju kurong or kebaya. The only thing she does not like about the wedding is the food, which is totally alien, and which drives her to find a nasi lemak stall right after the wedding is over. A few weeks after the first wedding, her 80-something grandma passes. After getting two or three frantic calls from her newly wed sis, she drops everything and drives to Johor. As she sits besides her paternal grandma’s body, she can’t recall ever getting any affection from her grandma who, in her lifetime, tends to favour the other grandchildren. She is thankful nevertheless, cause the old lady is kind enough to let go of her share of the property left by her late son and pass them over to her three female grandchildren (which includes she). She does not cry except when she sees her grandma’s body being bathed and embalmed and what not. She feels that there is never a time when a human being is most humble than when they lie dead. She also feels disgusted looking at her greedy uncle who seems to cry crocodile tears. Two days after her grandma passes, she goes to another wedding. This is the wedding of her maternal cousin. She does not really enjoy this wedding cause she’s not that close with this particular cousin. Plus the latter seems to like to brag and insult her sis a lot. And these weddings and funeral happen in less than a month’s time. There is no romance involved.