My very own funeral

To start of this ridiculous story, two grave diggers were debating and becoming very opinionated about the whereabouts of my death. Saying that I did not deserve a Christian funeral because I had killed myself certainly pissed me off! These two obviously felt no sensitivity towards me in any way, shape, or form as they slung the remains of others around while singing. The option came up that maybe the water came to me which would not have been suicide. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what happened. My mind was fogged with delirium, I had no idea what I was doing, and I have no recollection of the incident. Anyways, next Hamlet had no idea that this grave was being dug for my funeral and, to my happiness, he was obviously upset when he found out. I love that man way too much and it just made my day when he showed his sorrow over my death. On a more negative note, Hamlet fought with my brother, Laertes, over my dead body. I know that both of them loved me but JEEZ! I'm dead now and you should be mourning my death, not fighting during my funeral. Claudius is still a sleeze bag and did not care a single ounce that I was dead or being burried, but Queen Gertrude's paying of respects really touched me. Being the day of my funeral, I was very interested to see how the people close to me reacted.