Death At A Funeral In A Mall

This past friday, Mr. Ronald Brown II, Griffin Davis, Fred Hannah, and myself indulged ourselves in a very humorous film by the name of Death at a Funeral. Little did we know, our experience was about to turn from a dinner and a movie into a mystery. This adventure began at 3:30 at Hammond School. Whilst we were waiting patiently out side for Mr. Griffin Davis' father to pick us five gentlemen up, Mr. Evan Charles gave us this statement: "Excuse me gentlemen, I must reap some money from mother's wallet". As he approached the car, the back door was thrusted ajar. Mr. Charles was then seemingly consumed by the car's open door when a hand reached out and grabbed him. This left Mr. Davis, Mr. Hannah, Mr. Brown, and I in shock and awe, for we did not know if he was kidnapped by Mexican drug lords or merely by his own mother. As Mr. Charles' kidnapper quickly departed from the parking lot, Mr. Davis pulled out his cellular device and began to call Mr. Charles. After six attempts to reach the other line, his phone had gone silent, and we lost all contact. We decided to venture to the theater despite the disappearance of Mr. Charles, in hopes of finding him there. Alas, when we arrived he was no where to be found. Riddled with grief and confusion, the three remaining gentlemen and I decided that we would bear through the movie without Mr. Charles; we knew it was what he would have wanted. Half way through the film, Mr. Ron Brown had an epiphany: "I have reached a conclusion gentlemen! The movie is titled Death at a Funeral because that man died AT THE FUNERAL!". It was a stroke of genius to say the least. I could not believe that I did not gather this obvious conclusion as Mr. Ron Brown did so rapidly. Soon the word obvious began to play constantly in my head. It was my turn to have an epiphany! If the conclusion of the movie was so obvious...perhaps the conclusion of our own mystery was obvious! I then realized that Mr. Charles wasn't kidnapped by Mexican drug lords...he WAS the Mexican drug lord! It had all made sense, until I remembered that he wasn't Mexican. I reluctantly spoke to Mr. Charles over the phone later that night and was informed that he had simply chosen to see the movie with his own mother; in the back of my mind I still knew that Evan was really helping smuggle illegal goods over the U.S.-Mexico border. However, it was good to know that Mr. Charles was in the hands of his mother and not Interpol.