You're at the funeral of a woman you didn't much like. In fact, she was a real turd and you know it. Perhaps she was
the nun who slapped your hands with a ruler when you were in Catholic school. As you walk past the
casket you mumble to yourself "I'm glad you're dead, you
old bitch" and you are. But suddenly you notice that people are looking at you. You may have said that a little too loudly. Or maybe they can just read lips, you really can't be sure. In that moment when you realize something may be
amiss, you are officially old bitch you wary.
