Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Fright Rite

Dad's funeral was traumatic;
Moreso than just a time so sad.
Looking at him made me heartsick.
In the open casket was Dad.
He looked as though he was asleep.
Mom wanted it open that way.
I watched her trying not to weep,
As the pastor asked us to pray.
Suddenly, I heard Mom scream out,
And saw her faint down in her chair.
Dad was sitting upright, no doubt,
Eyes open in a lifeless stare.

The embalming was not done right,
And rigor mortis caused this fright.