My condolences to the strangers and the fly

I have this amazing ability to make awkward situations that much more awkward. Today’s shenanigans were no exception. A good friend of mine’s father-in-law passed away, and today was the day of his visitation. It was held in a small older church in a even smaller, almost non-existing town in Missouri. When I made it to the church I was quite surprised with the attendance of the funeral, as I barely knew the town existed. They were lined up down the block. This guy apparently was a heck of a man. I got in line to pay my respects. People continued to pile in behind me, hugging each other, some crying, some laughing, some random “whats for dinner?” chats. The typical small town response to tragedy.  I even got a few, “Hey, How are you sis, It’s been a long time!” or “You know the Lord sure has missed seeing you in His house!” I smiled, nodded. I thought about explaining I was from out of town, had no clue who they were, and was just here for moral support for my friend, but,  well smiling was easier, and less words. Also, it was quite fun watching their wheels turn...