A real funny

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The mother, Helen comes raging in, mascara spread over her face. She

takes a gander at her girl, Sanjana.

    Helen : Vicky, turn down that crappy music. Presently! I need to let you know something genuine.

 Sanjana :(as  turning down the music.) This should be great.

    Helen : It's bad, wiseass. Been attempting to make sense of how to tell you this, you might need to                  sit to begin with, I don't have the foggiest idea. You're Uncle Sam passed on. He got hit by                  a truck at the beginning of today. He's toast.

Sanjana : nIt is safe to say that you are messing with me at this moment?

   Helen :  No, it happened this very morning

Sanjana : Who's Uncle Sam?

    Helen :    My sibling.

Sanjana : You have a sibling? Since when?

   Helen : I more likely than not educated you concerning him at least twice, Sanjana! For Godsake
                presently's not an opportunity to bust my bump, OK?!

Sanjana :  For what reason is it forever my deficiency? I didn't realize I had an Uncle!

   Helen :  All things considered, you did! Helen sulks and gets peaceful.

Sanjana :  It is safe to say that you are tragic?

   Helen :  Well...sort of...I don't know...what's miserable these days, anyhow...we're all miserable                         about something. I surmise this adds to my scatterbrain, yet who knows...look, I need you                   to discover something dark.

Sanjana : What?

  Helen :  Garments! Discover something black...to wear. We have to go to the wake.

Sanjana : I'm not going. I don't have the foggiest idea who the screw this person is!

   Helen : How could you revile like that when a relative just got hit my a mack truck. Disgrace on                     you
Sanjana : Mama, for what reason is it forever my deficiency?!

   Helen : You're heading off to the memorial service and you're wearing something as dark as you                      can discover it. What's more, no torn garments, I would prefer not to see you in anything                      with openings. No pack woman type stuff. I need to take pictures. Figure you can pull that                  off?

Sanjana : Pictures? It's a burial service, Ma.

Helen :  Better believe it, well I need you to look pleasant. There's some different family members
              that will be there you never met.

Sanjana :  There's additional? I thought it was just you, me and Grandma for my whole life!



    Helen : Probably not. Prepare.

Sanjana :  Can't accept you're causing me to do this.

    Helen : Trust it. At the point when it's your time, you'll need individuals to gaze at your dead face,                   as well.

Sanjana :  I could mind less. I'll be dead.

    Helen : Excessively damn terrible.