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TIFU by talking with the wrong dead person...

Hey Reddit this is my firt ever post so I hope you guys have a laugh over my stupidity!!

Ok so I (19F) have a best friend (18M), lets call him Conan, we are very very close and I love him with all of my heart. Unfortunately a cople days ago Conan's brother passed, it was a horrible car accident, he was young, healthy and with his whole life ahead of him. My heart shattered hearing the news, at the end of the day I was somehow close to his brother too, I considered him family, I went to the funeral and to see Conan in this situation hurt more than I thought it would. In the same week it happened I really wanted to go to the cemetery alone to talk to Conan's brother in a way, I don't necessarily belive I have to go there to talk to him but it felt right to do so, but that's the part I fucked up, I asked my mom to drive me there (she also went to the funeral with me), when we arrived we had to go and find his gravestone, after a while we find the place, but we are no sure witch was his, because there was two gravestones without any names, but the difference was that one was covered with A LOT of flowers like it was very recent, but the other one was with less flowers but the grass was a diferent color, meaning it was also recent, mind you that I really thought the one with more flowers was the one but I went to check the name of the gravestone and didn't notice that I was reading the wrong name to a different person, cause the actual gravestone was covered with flowers... So I went to the other one with less flowers and different grass, I wasn't sure at all, but my mom keept saying that was the one, so I just accepted my fate at this point, I was there for at least 15 minutes and went back.

Okay, so two days after that I went do the cemetery again, but this time with Conan, (important detail, his dad was there too to bring us home after we stay there for a little bit) since I went there recently Conan said "Okay you know where he is, show me the way" so I did it, I took Conan to the gravestone with no name on it, and then it took seconds for his dad (that was looking at us from afar) say to us that we were in the wrong gravestone, at that moment I wanted to explode, I couldn't belive that I did that, Conan was laughing his ass off, and at the same time I laughed I also wanted to cry, but seeing Conan laugh was worth it the embarrassment! And if couldn't get worse when we came back to the car Conan's dad also laughed at my stupidity and I still couldn't belive I talked to some random dead person thinking it was Conan's brother!!!

At the end we all belive that doesn't matter where his is he was laughting really hard at me crying over some other random person :)

TL;DR My best friend's brother died and I went to visit him in the cemetery alone and cried over the wrong gravestone. Lol.

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