The Body Count: How many is too many?
All funerals are sad and traumatic. A friend of Zaydie’s died of heart failure at the age of 37. Brenda was a beautiful woman who had a whole host of medical issues. She was Irish and Filipino and had fire red hair. The funeral was in Ossining and she was buried at Dale Cemetery. Afterward, Zaydie and other friends of friends who knew Brenda all went to a bar on Main Street.
The friends included N.F., Lucky, Tim and Chunky (Zaydie and Bernice also). Mookie wanted to go there because he ‘knew the bartender’. Well of course upon arrival Mookie (a young semi-hip wanna be rapper and Brenda’s lover) asked the bartender who was on duty where ‘Janie’ was. The bartender became hostile “How the fuck should I know…did you want something?”
N.F. jumped in sliding Mookie right out of the way “Look ma’am we just got through burying our friend all we wanna do is drink and kind of let some stress go.” The big brunette’s attitude changed faster than a traffic light, she got sweet, she was sympathetic and kind. “Oh God, that’s awful…I’m Moe honey what can I get for y’all.” N.F. said “Moe how many shots in that bottle of Jack?”
Moe’s eyes got big but she said “about 28-30 shots left in there”. N.F. asked, “Moe can I buy the rest of the bottle?” “Yeah sugar.” (she let it go for 90 bucks) N.F. got Moe to take our food order and we put together a couple of tables and got comfortable (Bernice was our designated driver, a tea sipping Christian freak). After some small talk the subject got on the number of men who attended Brenda’s funeral. Bernice said, “she must come from a big family.”
Zaydie threw back a shot and said, “family my hard firm ass, they were her lovers.” Bernice gagged on her soda as the rest of us burst out laughing, except Mookie who looked uncomfortable and got defensive. Mookie said, “She hadn’t seen or been with many of those guys for years”. Lucky and Tim laughed even harder, Tim trying to fight back tears from laughing asked for forgiveness as he tried to catch his breath. N.F. said, “there had to be about 20 guys there, you gotta be kidding?”
Chunky (Bernice’s brother) said, “there was 27 of them not including the pall bearers. I know, I did the program for the service.” Mookie piped up now totally pissed as to the way the conversation was going, “we were close and she wasn’t doing it with any of those guys, it was just me and her for the last year and a half.” Bernice turned bright red as she looked at Zaydie…Zaydie looked at Mookie and asked if he knew who Jason was.
“Yeah, he was the X-ray technician at the hospital, he was always there…wait a minute, what the hell are you trying to tell me?” Zaydie looked at Mookie like a pathetic, lowlife piece of shit, but even a lowlife piece of shit has feelings…Zaydie didn’t care, she likes making men cry. “About 4 months ago you had to get treated for gonorrhea and Brenda made you feel like crap about giving it to her didn’t she?” Mookie eyes bugged as his mouth gaped wide enough to see his gold crown work.
Zaydie continued as Chunky, Tim and Lucky sucked on their beers as the hot wings showed up at the table, “guess what Mookie, you didn’t give her the clap…she gave it to you, and she made you eat her nasty pussy knowing that!” Beer shot out of three sets of nostrils all over the wings, N.F. laughed so hard tears flowed from his eyes, Chunky held Mookie and calmed him down.
Mookie said to Zaydie “you don’t have to make her look like a whore?”
Zaydie, built like an Amazon godess with at least two martial arts awards and a second place 100 yard dash ribbon from a college competition stopped smiling and looked like she was ready to do something nasty and physical to Mookie. I said, “Zaydie, we are all kind of raw and touchy right now, why get mad?” “I’m not calling Brenda a ‘whore’ she is a woman who knew how to live, love and party” said Zaydie.
“I was proud of her, she knew how to get everything she wanted out of a man, and if that man didn’t have ‘it’ she knew where to go and find ‘it’.” Zaydie said, “how is it when a woman has a lot of men, guys think she’s a whore but when a guy has a lot of women he’s a player, a wanna be Hugh Hefner.” Lucky who just started to recover from laughing so hard said, Zaydie, “27 guys is too many.”
About that time Moe showed up with some burgers, more wings and other snacks and said, “for folks coming from a funeral you sure are taking it well.” N.F. said, “Brenda would have wanted it that way.” Zaydie picked up where Lucky left off, “who says 27 guys is too many…you? Listen Lucky how many women did Wilt Chamberlain say he had, over 20,000 women in the course of his life and 23 women in a 10 day stretch, but he aint a whore is he, no he’s super nigger.”
Lucky said, “your point is made”. Lucky then had everyone rise and make a toast to Brenda and the life she lived. Poor Mookie looked like someone killed his best friend and then beat his dog. I talked to Mookie for a few minutes alone and said, “look your love life with Brenda was very special and wonderful wasn’t it.”
Mookie shook his head affirmatively as tears rolled down his face.
I said to Mookie, “don’t get upset over the number of lovers ‘your woman’ had. Would you have loved her any more or less if you did know? I don’t think so Mookie because your upset for her, not you. You saw Brenda for who she was in this life and she shared her best days with you. Keep that and laugh at the rest…I think Brenda would.”
As we left and went our separate ways I wondered about my former relationships and my apparent loneliness. Fear of hurting is all the excuse we need for sex, but sex without a real relationship is just one step above buying porn. After taking Zaydie home I went to the park near the river in Tarrytown.
Sometimes we don’t want anyone to hear the laughter or see the tears.
RJ
























