Pardon the inevitable typos...
I took screenshots of my sister going thru the line to pay her respects the evening before this, at that church. Then, I took my mom and my little niece to Spring, TX where he was supposedly being taken, via train, to College Station for burial. We watched that train roll by, with all of their family waving to all of us and we were waving back. It disgusts me to no end that I participated in that ritual. I had no f'n idea at the time. God forgive me. It sickens me to this day.