Would It Kill You to Bury My Father? – A new short story by Lisa McInerney

‘There was a fierce whack of entitlement off it, the problem ... being that I didn’t belong to anyone’

‘The undertaker looked at me strangely. I murmured some agreement.’

‘The undertaker looked at me strangely. I murmured some agreement.’

I told the undertaker that I wanted to organise a funeral for my father. I said it felt right to let on that the man deserved a send-off, and these are the things good daughters do.

The undertaker gave me a look I was well able to read, having gone to school with his daughters, having eaten more than once at his dinner table, having slept the odd time in his house and once surprised him late and up to no good in his sitting room. He reminded me that my father wasn’t dead.

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