"Look at all these old people," Madea whispers loudly. "Hattie, is that you? I thought you died in '94. I sent a card! Give me my stamp money back." The Program
The "reunion committee" (three women who haven't liked Madea since she stole the prom king's car in 1972) attempts to start the ceremony. Madeas Class Reunion
The air in the Georgia backyard is thick with the scent of fried catfish, industrial-strength hairspray, and the looming threat of a physical altercation. Under a rented white tent that is visibly straining against the wind, a "Class of 1970-Something" banner hangs crookedly. "Look at all these old people," Madea whispers loudly
At the center of it all sits . She isn’t wearing a corsage; she’s wearing a floral housecoat with a 9mm tucked into the elastic waistband, just in case the "In Memoriam" section gets too disrespectful. The Arrival I sent a card
She then stands up, fires a single warning shot into the air to signal that the party is over, and heads for the Cadillac. Another reunion survived.