I had forgotten to put my phone on buzzer, so the sound of the message echoes through the hall. I look around, embarrassed.
I start to text her back, "Was he mean?"
In the middle of texting, though, my phone dies. Just goes completely dead. I try to turn it back on, but it won't.
A few hours later, after the service, I try again. It turns right on, with two bars of electrical juice still left.
I swear, it was Nana Hall trying to tell me not to fuck around with her memorial service. Even in death, she's still got an iron fist!