It seems the funeral was a clown's. I knew it 'cause this friend of a friend of mine heard one of them talking in a public phone, and said: "We're here at the burial of the clown, somebody killed him in a bus".
I was in the middle of a very interesting (sarcastic tone) class of Audit. Well, the class is so funny, so much that the teacher doesn't even go and sends one of his assistants, skinny, ugly and loser assistant. The stupid still says "I'm going to show you some microphotographies" the asshole doesn't even know the meaning of the word "slide". But well, I'm taking care of the teachers problem in some other post in the future.
I was paying attention in class. At the window, of course. When I saw the bus arrive, the funeral car and some other cars. Nothing odd, I thought. But when the people started to get off the bus I started to get fun as I've never done in Audit class.
The first ones getting off were a group of Mariachis, after them about seventy people exited the bus. The maximum capacity of the bus was about forty passengers. There was a moment when I thought: "People are never gonna stop getting off that bus". But that's not it. Each event was funnier than the previous. The next thing that happened was notorious. The people in that funeral were very disorganized. More than a funeral they seemed to be in a market square (the most rednecker you can think of) buying tomatoes... Or selling them?
Everyone of them, without exception, were the kind of people that you see and you can't help but thinking: "Holy Mary, they have the word HUNGER all writen in their face. I better go now, I don't want to get robbed". Their looks were simply criminal.
After they got the coffin inside the Church all of them entered and they were out of my sight for about twenty minutes. So I started with a new subject in my mind: Some statistical research about how many cute guys, half-cute guys and ugly guys passed by in front of the university in that amount of time. Results were overwhelming: 85% ugly, nerds and not well dressed guys, 13% half-cute guys, that is, not so ugly, not nerds and reasonably well dressed, and 2% cute guys. (Population 96 people). That was the saddest part of the burial.
While they were in the mass, the mariachis were off to lunch or something like that... I don't know exactly but the thing was that when the mass was over and they were putting the coffin in the car the mariachis arrived and started to play a song. I really burst out laughing when I saw that they were not complete... one of them, who seemed not to be aware of the crucial moment, running down the street with his guitar in hand playing, without the hat and without shame, he joined the rest of the group with a very comic gesture... in the middle of the song and as if nothing had happened.
So loud I laughed that I really felt ashamed because I was still in class. Then I couldn't stand it anymore and I took my digital camera to immortalize the moment. THe next thing that happened: The mariachis went away and the burial went on in its way to the cementery.
But, oh! surprise! One of the cars wouldn't start. Then, in the most irresponsible way, a very rednecker guy, with a cigarret in his mouth, opened the car while asking other guy to try and start it, suddenly he started putting some gas in it. The worst part was that he actually was putting his hand inside and moving something in there unaware of the risk of exploding, him and his fucking arm. Not to mention the fact that another guy got in the car and almost over the coffin started to play a song in a kind of radio.
But if there have ever been a funnier event than watching the people got off the bus was watching them get in again. The picture speaks by its self.
Finally the God damned never started and they had to push it all the way down the street:
Better yet: The burial was "DE QUINTA"
Related words:
-Guiso (adj)
-Muy paila (intens. adj)
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