Apparently that's the thing to do on the 7th day

I swear they make up these rules as they go along. So I got woken up at 5:55AM to go back to where dad's buried to pray and then feed hundreds of people again (God it's expensive to die in the Philippines!) because apparently that's the thing to do on the 7th day anniversary of someone's death. Philip went to work just to clock in and left. (Yes, free pay day.) The DVD of the funeral was finished and we had a premiere for it. Damn it, this part was actually caught on camera:

At the funeral ...

[Philip comes to put his hand on my shoulder while I'm staring at dad's coffin]
RYAN: (Whispering) I'm just standing here so I can get some camera time.
[Philip backs off, tries not to laugh. I just laugh.]

Back to the present ...

MOMMY: Why are you laughing during such a moment?!

Then the mayor casually stopped by to eat with my dad's friends and they acted like they usually hang out. I guess they do. (Clifford had asked me, "You really didn't know your dad, did you?)

We visited one of my dad's cottages. I laid down on his bed. Then called it a day.