My Funeral

A young man looks down upon the people gathered for his funeral.

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     Hovering above them, I watched them gather at the graveside, shuffling and morose. There were certainly a lot more people in attendance than I had anticipated, it was surprising. As I would have wished, there was very little black to be seen and only my Dad wore a tie. A neatly pressed, black silk tie over a pink shirt and a dark suit; how like him. He helped my Mum to her seat, she looked broken, utterly. Dad, stared ahead, his lips pressed into a grim line, the only outward display of emotion were the whitening of the skin at his knuckles. Mum was in stark contrast, looking shattered, her skin sallow and her eyes red rimmed and sorrowful, she moved mechanically hardly acknowledging those around her. My sister sat beside her in shocked disbelief, wan and lost like a child in the aftermath of disaster.
     My girlfriend was helped to her seat by two of my friends, one either side. She clasped her hands tightly in her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks as Tommy sat beside her and enfolded her in his embrace. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the top of her head as the sobs racked her slender frame.
     My friends curled around the yawning pit in a semicircle, a few tight smiles of acknowledgement among them but little more. Most were bedecked in Hawaiian shirts or dresses of a florid nature. I had always said come the day of my funeral I wouldn�t want people to wallow in pity and black clothing, I was pleased to see they had managed at least one my requests. Interestingly I noted that they also wore black armbands, a nice touch, I thought. I could forgive them that much�
     Opposite them and set amongst the wreathes, a large floral tribute bore my name. It was pretty nice.

     The minister delivered an impassioned sermon, his voice ringing out clearly in the cool October morning. They bowed their heads and muttered the Lord�s Prayer. I permitted myself a brief smile; there was not a religious bone among them. Perhaps their hypocrisy was borne of duty or hope that it would speed me upon my way, who knows.
     I stared down at my parents and could not help but feel saddened, I had not wanted to leave them like this, I wanted to run down to them and tell them that everything was okay but that, of course, was impossible.
     The minister moved aside to allow Tommy to take to the lectern, he settled some papers down upon it, I saw that his hands were shaking and his eyes were red. He took a few moments to compose himself, clearing his throat and licking his lips.
     �Danny was�� he began. He blinked and stared upwards at the grey skies.

     Come on mate, hold it together�
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     �Danny was one of those blokes you could always rely on. He always tried to help you out if you were in need of something and never asked for anything in return. He�d always be there to buy you a beer or sort you out if you were down.�
     Tommy breathed in and shuffled the papers slightly, swallowing tightly.

     Come on mate, keep going�

     �He� he, certainly had his share of problems but wasn�t the sort of bloke to burden us with any of it. Most of us didn�t even know the kinds of pressures that he was under and that underlined the sort of person he was. He was the sort of bloke who wanted to stand on his own two feet and face up to his problems without leaning on anyone or running away.�
     Tommy pressed a clenched fist to his lips and blinked heavily again, his chest heaving. I could hear gentle weeping from the graveside and watched my girlfriend bury her face in her hands. My Dad placed a resolute hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. To be honest it was him I felt most sorry for, he deserved none of this. He was a good man, a man of plain principles and a simple nature. I saw him set his jaw as Tommy continued.
     �The morning we took the boat out, the day Danny went missing� I remember the sun was shining and I remember him being excited, laughing and smiling. It was as if, for that one day, Danny didn�t have any problems, he was happy. It was a good day.�
     Tommy pressed thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat again. �We were caught by the storm late at night, we never saw it coming. Danny went up top to pilot us back in, if he hadn�t done that we might not have made it back at all.�
     Tommy exhaled deeply and stared at my coffin, his eyes distant. �He went up top; he was laughing and said this was the sort of things adventures were made of. That was the last time I saw him. We searched for days but nothing�
     I hope that wherever he is now, he�s still happy and he knows that we all love him and miss him because he was our Danny. He was my best friend��
I watched as he stumbled leadenly away from the lectern and resumed his place beside my girlfriend, she took his hand in hers as he bent his head. Grief is a devastating emotion.
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     He was my best friend� Tommy�s words crackled in my ears and I shook my head slowly; no wonder he was choking on them. I seethed with the duplicity of it all. He didn�t seem so close to me when he was screwing my girlfriend behind my back. He didn�t seem so eager to hand over the money I had loaned him when he was in trouble, not even when I begged him for a couple of grand to pay off the sharks.

     Best friend�

     A warm hand snuck into mine and a voice at my ear whispered, �we have to go, we shouldn�t even be here.�
     I stared down at them from the rise overlooking the cemetery and turned my collar against the breeze. The car waited, the engine still running a short way down the hill.
     �Has the insurance paid out?� I asked her, raising her fingers to my lips.
     Marianne smiled and patted her coat.
     �Let�s go.�
     I cast one final glance down at the huddled group, united in grief over a young man lost in a storm and thought to myself. F**k them.

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Reviews

[Holly Marsh]

Hmmm...I anticipated a catch, but then I really became entranced with the emotion in this piece and forgot all about anticipating a catch or hook at the end, and then BOOM! There it was. Nice work. You captured all the emotions within many characters very well. :)

[Mountain Dawn]

Great twist. You lead the reader through the motions and snap them to reality. Who's Marianne and how did she get the insurance money?

[Sammypookins]

F**k em indeed bunch of... Great write. Sam x

[Bill Hancock]

LOL! Nicely done amigo!

[Just Hollie]

Great story, I never saw the ending coming. I really thought he was watching this as a ghost or something. Loved it.

[Angelheaded Hipster]

Nice and clever, faking your own death like that....
Its a shame that Tommy was already screwing the girlfriend...most people have the courtesy of letting the body lie for a few days.
F**k them indeed Howie.

[hyancynthstofeedthysoul]

Nice twist. Didn't I see it on the Rockford Files? LOL

[Dave]

Yeah, I was gonna ask how long does Tommy have to wait before he can start hitting on Dannys girlfriend, but apparently he doesnt have to wait at all. Nice story and something many people probably think about from time to time. Faking their own death, that is. I knew a guy once that didnt want to pay his bills so he just started writing "Deceased" on them and mailed them back. He said it worked for about nine months, but then he got caught, HA! It would be nice if people got up in front of the crowd and were asked, "What kind of person would the dearly departed say you were if they were explaining you to me?"

Thanks for sharing.

[Jennifer Ryan]

I liked this. You were able to set the scene well and then you sort of just spiced in the way he died while at the same time leaving a little mystery to how he really died. i would be really interested in seeing this elaborated.

[Marie]

Nicely done, Howie.

[dead]

Now, that's an ending that hits you nicely: wow! Will there be a part two where you go haunt them? Become a poltergeist? Anyway, glad you're still amongst the living haha!