Word, especially down south. Everytime we came down here for a funeral, it was expected that you was gonna

afterwards. I remember when my aunt died, everybody was bringing food by the house... Chicken for days... By the time the funeral was over and we was back at the house for the repast, I don't think I could look at another chicken breast. My cousin was like "yo, let's go into town and go to Hardee's and get a burger" I was like

and we dipped out. We was leaving that night back for NY, so we had enough chicken to make sandwiches and stuff with. LOL my sister's car smelled like chicken for weeks after that.