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My Papa Eulogy
My Papa was the biggest practical joker I have ever met. At his funeral when I was reading his eulogy my immediate first line was “If you know anything about my Papa you know he liked to scare people. I don’t think he liked the scaring part as much as he liked the after effect of it. You know the part where everyone laughed about it.” The extremely funny part is every single person in that room had some kind of joke played on them by him. When I think of my Papa I think of his sense of humor. I love hearing people really truly laugh, that’s got to be my favorite sound ever. Laughter is a beautiful thing. My papa sincerely knew how to make people laugh. This is something I find beautiful. There’s this photo from my birthday last year of me,
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