EXT. – CEMETARY – DAY
Drew is sitting Indian-style in front of a grave stone in particular, dressed in black, with a bottle of Corona in her hands, a six-pack at her right, and an empty bottle to her left. She swigs back a few gulps, cringes at the taste, then takes a few more guzzles. She is now staring flatly at the headstone, reading the words engraved into it over and over again.
DREW
(For the 5th time)
Here lies beloved daughter. . .
(Pause, swigs )
. . . Wife, and mother; Julia May Dunville. She was treasured through out her years. Born 1959, Deceased 2002.
(Sips once more)
Beloved wife, ha! That’s rich. Whoever knows my mother and believes that load of shiit is more full of it than the statement itself.
She rocks back and forth and looks up at the bright sky. There is not one cloud up there, nothing but pure blue. She hears footsteps behind her, and a MAN comes into the picture.
As he walks up, he speaks.
MAN
I figured I’d find you here.
DREW
(Sighs uncomfortably)
What a horrible cliché of an opening sentence, James, you could do better than that.
She sips the and cringes once again.
JAMES
(To Drew; still standing in back of her)
Why weren’t you at the funeral this morning?
DREW
(Still staring at grave)
I had much better things to do than watch mom’s lifeless carcass get put into the ground inside a box lined with silk.
JAMES
Satin.
DREW
Whatever.
JAMES
See, you would have actually known that if you went with us to pick out the coffin.
Drew doesn’t reply. She just takes another gulp from the now half-empty bottle of . James looks at the pack next to her.
JAMES
Is that Corona?
DREW
(Sips)
Yes.
JAMES
(Concerned)
Drew, you're drinking?
He walks up beside her and takes a seat on the dry grass.
JAMES
(Beat)
Without me?
Drew reluctantly hands him a bottle, he grabs it, opens it with his hand, and takes in a mouthful.
JAMES
(To Drew)
For the record, I told you that it’s wrong to drink under age.
DREW
Right.
JAMES
(Swigs)
So, what’s the real reason why you didn’t go to the ceremony?
(Beat)
And you better not fûcking tell me that you had to buy beêr and cigarettes.
DREW
(Turns to him; sips; speaks morbidly)
I had to buy bêer and cigarettes.
JAMES
Damn it, Drew! When are you going to grow up? This isn’t a joking matter.
(Pause)
Mom’s deâd.
DREW
(Snaps at him)
You don’t think I understand that?
JAMES
Why didn’t you go to the funeral then, huh?
(Beat)
Is there some sort of mind-blowing reason why you just had to miss our mother’s burial?
DREW
No.
(Pause)
I just didn’t feel like being there is all.
JAMES
(Sips)
And you accuse me of being clichéd?
(Pause; much angrier now)
What the hell is wrong with you? What the is your problem?
DREW
(Angrily turns to him)
I’m sitting in front of my own mother’s grave, James. You tell me what the fûck my problem is.
JAMES
I’m feeling just as much grief as you are right now. She’s my mother too.
DREW
(Glares)
Yea, but she didn’t kill hêrselg on your birthday, did she?
JAMES
(Throws head back in monotony)
Don’t give me that! I thought we went over this already.
(Beat)
She couldn’t have planned it to happen, Drew. She probably just forgot that it was your birthday.
DREW
(Sarcastically)
Oh, that’s a much better scenario, James, absolutely ideal, thanks a million.
JAMES
You know what I mean. She could have just been caught in the spur of the moment.
(Beat)
I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.
Drew’s finger drags along the rim of the bottle.
DREW
I know that.
(Pause; swig)
It’s not that she did it on my birthday that bothers me, James; it’s that she did it. I mean, how can you pay respect to someone who thought the only way to solve things was to end their life completely?
James feels that she has more to say, so he listens attentively and takes a drink from his bêer.
DREW
I don’t think I would have been able to contain myself at the funeral, being around all those foolish mourners.
(Sips)
Crying and groaning at their loss, wishing mom to rest in piece and what-not. They shouldn’t be feeling sympathy and sorrow; they should be angry and pìssed.
JAMES
And that’s what you are?
DREW
Yes. Extremely. I’m highly disappointed in her, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold her in high regards ever again.
JAMES
You’re blowing this thing entirely out of proportion, sis.
DREW
Am I? Am I? ‘Cause I don’t really think I am, bro.
JAMES
Well, you are. Mom’s deâd. She’s deâd, alright?
(Beat)
It doesn’t fûcking matter how she died, the only thing that’s really of any importance here is that she is deâd.
DREW
I know- I know that. And I’ve already taken that into thought.
(Pause; swig)
It’s just… everyone is expecting me to be in mourning, and to be trapped in empathy and bereavement, but I’ve already used up all my sorrow when dad served her with divorce papers.
(Turns away from him; looks at headstone)
Now I’m just pìssed that she was so narrow-minded- thinking sûicide was the only answer.
JAMES
(On a light note)
Hey, I seem too recall a young thirteen-year-old standing on the rooftop of Granny May’s house in the middle of winter daring to jump.
DREW
(Scowls at him)
That’s a completely different situation. It was a one-story house, how hurt could I have gotten? A broken leg, at the most. Plus, I was merely testing the laws of gravity; there were no suîcidal intentions behind it.
(Pause; then quickly turns to him)
I thought I told you never to mention that.
JAMES
(Finishes béer; grabs another)
Well, it’s hard for me not to, considering the fact that you were up there for 2 hours and we had to call the fire-department to get you down.
DREW
(Laughs)
You see there I was testing the vigor of Granny May’s authority.
JAMES
(Wide-eyed)
Drew, she almost had a stroke!
DREW
Yea well, age does that to you.
The two siblings share a long-awaited and heartfelt laugh.
JAMES
(In between snickers)
No, now in all seriousness-
(Beat)
The Gnat and I signed the papers after the wake.
DREW
(Smile fades)
I still don’t understand why I’m being put into your custody and not dad’s. I’ve got no problem with it, don’t get me wrong; actually, I prefer to stay with you and The Gnat. I just can’t seem to grasp this conformity.
JAMES
(Looks down)
Well, during the divorce, mom made him sign a document stating that you’ll be put under our care if anything would happen to her. And something did, so here we are.
DREW
And dad agreed to this?
JAMES
I guess. He signed the papers, I’m not sure if it was forced or voluntary.
DREW
(Sincere and quiet)
James.
He takes a sip from his newly opened bêer and looks at her. She returns his gaze with frank eyes.
JAMES
What? What is it?
DREW
(Looks down at )
Today, at the funeral, did dad try to deny the documents? You know, did he try to be my father again, to gain my guardianship? Did he put up a fight?
James places his hand on her shoulder, about to break painful news to her.
JAMES
(Facing her)
Drew-
(Pause)
Dad wasn’t at the funeral.
I had to re-post this piece, the ending was cut off. James' last line didn't show. 
