Two Funerals and an Invisible Man

It has been a hectic last few days. Two funerals within two days. I am surprised that I even have time to type this post. I am posting this from the airport in Japan while waiting for my flight back to the US. I told Tarot I would be right back.

Remember in my last post I was wondering about my old friend Ivan? I did some looking online and found his obituary.

Ivan the Terribly Dead

Vandals broke into Ivan Spektor's house and shot him dead. Though nothing was stolen, a mess was made, clearly indicating it was not a planned hit. Ivan is survived by his wife, two children and grandchildren. He will be joining his beloved daughter, of whom we can only hope he still retains his memories. The company for which Ivan worked is handling the arrangements in honor of his dedication as a regional manager of textile sales. He will be missed. Let us all drink in his honor.

It was sad, and tragic. But I love a good reason to drink.

I thought the least I could do was go to the funeral. Then, I had to stop at Kaito Nakamura's funeral too. Kaito was murdered a few days ago in New York.

One huge advantage of being invisible is free air fare. I can't remember the last time I had to pay for a plane ticket. It's saved me thousands of dollars. The only down side is that I have to be careful when snatching a beverage from the drink cart. I also have to make sure to stay away from metal detectors too. I've set the buggers off in the past. I try to wait until an Arab is passing through, then I make my move. I do, on occasion, have fun messing with the drug-sniffin' dogs. They freak out, and the booby bobbies don't know whats is going on. Those bumpkins!

I was able to get to Ukraine with no problem. My Russian was a little rusty, and I had some problems with my cabbie. I gave him the name of the church, and he took me to what looked liked a brothel. I told him, "Not this place...yet." The ignorant bloke nodded and turned the cab around. Then we ended up driving around for what seemed a bloody eternity. He finally stopped at this old building. It didn't look like a church either. Turns out he misunderstood me and thought I said chicken shop. At this point, I just gave up and gave the man some money. I had never had this many problems with cabbies before. Hell, the Indian drivers in NYC understand better than this Ukrainian bloke. It's as if they're all biogeneticists compared to their empty-headed Ukrainian counterparts.

I ended up stopping at a police station for directions. Turns out the church was a block away. Luckily, I made it in time.

I decided to use my power at the funeral just in case anyone from the company was present, and it was a good thing. I noticed a few faces from the company. None of the bigwigs where there. I was very surprised that Bob Bishop wasn't there. It would have been something that yank would have done to show how great the company was. He was always a kiss arse.

The funeral was wonderful. I felt sorry for his wife. He loved her so much. He would talk about her and his children and grandchildren all the time. His wife cooked some of the best Russian food I have ever eaten, of course, most Russian food tastes like pig intestines, and usually is, so I guess that's not saying too much. I wish I could have talked to her there, but I couldn't risk it. Plus, I had to leave Odessa and go to Japan.

Kaito's funeral was nice. It was beautiful there. I couldn't believe how much his son, Hiro has grown. I remember him being a little chubby kid playing with his gaming device. And look at him now, a slightly taller chubby kid playing with his gaming device. It was sad to hear how Kaito had died, but I wasn't surprised that someone finally whacked him. Probably the Company got to him too. His son's eulogy was very nice, poetic even.

I am glad I got so see some of my former colleagues' final restin' places. It was a touching moment. Too touching perhaps. I need to get back to the casino. Hopefully, Tarot has won some big money for us.