This story was born in a Surreal Flash workshop with Meg Pokrass, and published by Meniscus in Australia. It’s on page 102 of the journal.
THE WOMAN WHO KNEW THE BEATLES
In the packed-out Crem, the eulogy is delivered by a Catholic priest
who never met you.
‘They know I hate fuckin’ priests,’ you say. ‘All that shite when we
were kids, about the angel sitting on your shoulder, watching everything
you fuckin’ do.’
Read the story here on page 102 of the pdf: https://uploads.documents.cimpress.io/v1/uploads/e69fee01-2759-4b46-99cb-297847226fe9~110/original?tenant=vbu-digital