that one time my grand-aunt tried to kill us all & some such tales

The eponymous tale, and its accompanying echoes, takes place at - and resounds with the immediate aftermath of - her wake;I'd like to think maybe hold on to the thought even if it were only a possibility a glimmer that there be some sort of discerning discernment taking place the only ones who were nearly taken along for the proverbial ride were us not them not that these terms were mine was really more how she use to think of them at least that's what I recall her saying she'd never admit to it though I suppose one of the benefits of her just lying there being no right of response well one of the benefits were I being honest to me at least; one has to take comfort try to take some comfort in being take comfort in trying to be part of the ones she tried to kill I suppose though if one were to be fair tried to kill might have been overstating it a touch take with her could be more appropriate; after all she was lying in a coffin and attempted-murder seems to require a little too much movement for one who was lying down who was never the most nimble one would never have mistaken her for a ninja then again that's the kind of thing the best of ninjas would have you think so maybe we just didn't see her move maybe we never saw her nimble movements maybe when you're dead you can move without moving die without dying lie without lying; ah, as Stevie Nicks sings, tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies Thankfully ghosts never quite go away, they sing me each time to my bowl; maybe if I make it she will dream a little dream of me.