"It must be part of a Bigger Plan."

I once had sex with a widow.

Her husband had died young, a car accident just blocks from him making his way home. He was a good man, a kind man, and many felt the loss, but -- obviously -- the hardest of the loss fell upon his wife, a beautiful young woman now overcome with grief: uncontrollable tears, uncontrollable laughter, memories both told and kept behind her eyes.

I remember that, at the funeral home, the words were -- as one would expect -- heartfelt and trite:

"How are you doing?"

"It must be part of a Bigger Plan."

"He was SO young."

If you have been to a funeral, you know all the lines.

She was starting to get shaky, overcome by the people and the words and the wishes and the prayers, so I quietly escorted her to a side room in the funeral home and fucked her in the ass with her bent over a casket and her black dress up around her waist.

Something in me told me it didn't seem proper to ejaculate on a new widow's face, so I released myself upon the pillow in the open casket, then discreetly closed the lid.

It  was good to know that -- at least for a few minutes -- I could take her mind away from her loss.

The least I could do, really.

I am Laslo.

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