Beginning of story I have been posting excerpts from

The dead white face of my father stared through eyelids up at me. It was an open-casket funeral. Thick clumpy sobs stuck in my throat and I thought I might vomit. My eyes were thinnly veiled by tears, the reserves, since I had been crying non-stop for three days. To tell the truth, I was faking as I looked down at him. Not because I wasn't sad, but because I had moved on to that stage where everything seems unreal and you are numb. But still, I squeezed out a few tears by focusing on the foreverness of it. That's always what gets me the most. The "good-bye, i'll never see you again," of it. I mean, even if you didn't bury them so you could look at their loving face forever, eventually that face would fade and leave behind only a worm-eaten grin. Death really gives me the creeps. I gently pushed my father's hair back, uncovering his cold brow, and just then, a fly landed on his pale upper lip and began rubbing it's hands together menacingly.
"Shoo!" I whispered and fanned at it, but it merely buzzed it's wings and proceeded to climb into my father's nostril! I stared, wide-eyed with shock. What blatent disrespect! I looked around to see if anyone had seen, but they were too immersed in mourning, so I stood and waited for the filthy creature to come out. I don't believe it ever did. I waited by my father until they closed the casket, and I watched, horrified, as they buried him. Well, that's how it goes sometimes, I guess. I mean, my father did have a rather hairy nose and I could imagine it would be easy to get stuck. It makes me wonder what kind of a mockery of nature i'll become when left helplessly dead.
When they lowered his casket into the gaping hole of the earth, I realized for the first time how alone I was. Demetri was behind me, mindlessly rubbing my back. I could feel his short breaths on my neck. Death scared him. But, death scares everyone. He had just never witnessed it before.