trying to decipher

So it was my last day at the hospital…
I was say­ing my goodbyes…
To the top two doc­tors in hospital…
They were bro­ken up visibilly…
I got to say good­bye to one…
The oth­er one was on the phone…
The door closed…
He comes out a sec­ond later…
Dressed in black robe…
I as­sumed it was cos­tume they wear when do­ing last rites…
We walk to elevator…
I leave…
say my good byes…
Let­ting the doc­tors han­dle their business…
I walk to car grab my suit…
And an big ass bible…
I walk ac­cross the street…
To fu­ner­al home…
For a fu­ner­al for some­one in my family…
Cant tell who…
Fam­i­ly is all there…
Mind­ing my own business…
I can tell it is over…
My Aunt Jane is at the pulpit…
Still vis­i­bly upset…
Cry­ing blam­ing the de­ceased person…
I as­sume we all have our way processing…
I see my par­ents are there…
I start to leave…
My moth­er pops off…
Says some­thing out loud…
“They were all hillbillies”…
I point to her and tell her to sushh it…
Loud enough the whole church ser­vice knows…
We are try­ing to mourn the dead…
I walk out the church…
I see a park bench across the street…
Plan­ning on smok­ing a bowl…
Wait for ser­vice to end…
As I am cross­ing the street…
I hear Joe Biden at the pulpit…
He says…
“How many of you think I am catholic”…
I mut­ter to myself…
“Oh here we go again”…
“I grew up lamb of god”…
Pulls out phone to google what de­nom­i­na­tion Lamb of God is…
As­sum­ing it’s some Jew­ish tradition…
Then I wake up…
I as­sume to google lamb of god…
Turns out it is a band.

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