One woman talking to other woman. Her neighbor died and she had missed an appointment last week because she went to the wake and the funeral. The dead neighbor was a very sweet, helpful old lady; helped out all the neighbors, let them use her phone, remembered birthdays, made food for the sick, would listen to people when they needed to talk at 3 in the morning, etc. Only 4 people showed up to the funeral: an elderly neighbor, the "little boy from down the hall," that crack dealer next door, and this woman telling the story who said she's a stripper.
The woman said it was a crying shame no one showed up to this sweet, wonderful lady's funeral. She said "if God let her pick two moms, this lady would be her second one," she loved her so much. But, she said, even though only 4 people showed up, including a crack dealer and a stripper, it was nice to know someone loved this woman. I don't know, maybe you had to be there, but I wanted to cry.
Then I wanted to know where she stripped.