Sarcastic take on the story:
It was a hot August afternoon. The rest of the family subdued, sitting around the room, quiet. This was important, a time for them to speak, but they were quiet. The usually condescending older woman in the family who always had something to say, was speaking. Her mental attitude was being revealed as she spoke.
A quiet widower with a friendly smile and large family met a wily younger woman a few years after his ailing wife passed away. After a brief courtship he chose her to be his wife. His family was hesitant thinking it was too soon, and in the end, they were proved correct.
He was a man of modest means and she being a widow, had income of her own. She might have thought she was in love, he might have, too, but as many middle aged people find themselves suddenly alone, they needed companionship over all else. Thus the couple married, had no children and what seemed a fairly successful marriage. Over their remaining years, other family relationships were strained due to the woman’s personality.
This day the family was seated in the small local funeral home while the widow, for the second time, was making funeral arrangements. She was making a spectacle of the affair, with outstanding ceremonial tributes, etc, of which the deceased had no part. It was shocking for the rest of the family who knew the man well of course.
The room grew exceedingly warm and the occupants increasingly uncomfortable. The family drifted out of the room, quietly, one at a time, unable to tolerate the woman’s extraordinary plans no longer. This departure went unnoticed by the woman who’s steadily increasing volume overshadowed any other actions. Finally pausing, finished, she saw a bewildered look on the funeral director’s face, followed his gaze, and turned to see she was now alone in the room. Unbothered, she selfishly assumed she was the only one who truly cared for her late husband. The fact was, she was the the only one who didn’t.