They asked if they could extend the tent (for the wake) from their house to our house (at the gates), probably for the guests who would be coming. I called my mom to ask if she was okay with that and she said yes of course. Who would say no to such a request?

Then 15 minutes later she calls me and tells me she changed her mind and she didn't allow them to extend the tent anymore. I was like wtf are you serious I told them ok 15 minutes ago. I tried negotiating with her because the workers were already setting up the metal frame and most importantly WHO WOULD SAY NO? 

We ended up arguing because I was so angry that she could have said no first and saved me all this trouble. On the other hand she was pissed that I was being difficult. 

I was, but I had to. Someone. fucking. died. 

She ended up yelling and scolding me over the phone and told me to go over, while they were preparing for the wake, and tell them to stop setting up outside our house.

Her reason was that she didn't want people mistaking our house for the venue of the wake.

SMH I can't even.

I can't tell you all how disappointed they looked when I told them. They already looked so tired and worn out. Yet they were so sweet and they told me it was okay and rearranged the tent set up.

I feel so fucking bad. I can't stop crying.

(P.S. sorry for the foul language.)