She is survived by Amanda Brooke, her contemporary. She leaves her physical body and nothing more. Amanda, having become an heir to the King, has no need of any of the former and has sold Mandi's belongings to charity.
Finding a narrow gate half-hidden among thorns and brambles, I only had to knock once and it quickly swung open, revealing a small path hardly traveled. This is an account of the journey, and a few thoughts and ponderings along the way.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
My Fleshly Eulogy
Mandi Coleman, vain materialist involved with many worldly vices, died recently after a fierce spiritual battle of flesh. Mandi was an active member of Nashville's young social set, contributing nightly to the worldly indulges of glitz and glam. Superficial and always hungry for more and better, society will miss her fashion prophesies and shallow commentaries on Southern vogue. Both genders will never forget her presence in hot spots about town as she self-righteously made herself known after mastering the art of sorrowful disguise in self disgust.
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