I had a stroke of genius and wrote this. I'd be thrilled if you would review! Simple Song is copyright The Shins.

"Well, this is just a simple song,
To say what you done.
I told you 'bout all those fears,
And away they did run."

-The Shins, "Simple Song"

Chapter One- The Gathering

Lena sat in front of a mirror, her cold eyes looking at her outfit. She had changed from a black dress into a women's suit-like outfit. It had a black suit jacket, a black pencil skirt, black flats, and a black shirt underneath. The shirt underneath the jacket was his. She had forced herself into his room to get something from it. Something to symbolize him in her darkest hour.
She felt like she didn't deserve to wear the dress should not be allowed to have such luxury. She should end it all right now. Her suffering would cease, and she would see him. She would apologize over and over. She had killed him. If it wasn't for her, there wouldn't even have been the event he died at. She was to blame. She was a murderer. No one else in her family seemed to blame her, and all said it was an accident, it was not her fault, and there was nothing no one could do to save him...but she thought otherwise.
She never got enough strength to end it. She thought she deserved to suffer. She deserved to sacrifice her pain and grief for him, as if it was a peace offering. A peace offering she was unsure he would even accept.
She didn't know what he thought of her. Was he there right now, in spirit? Patting her back sympathetically and murmuring words of comfort she couldn't hear? Or was he looking down at her bitterly, shaking his head in disappointment?
She walked down the stairs, the last few relatives entering the house as she did so, using them to shield her tardiness and say she was late because of greeting them. She actually didn't know these relatives. A man and a woman, both tall and slender. The man wore a dark grey suit with a black dress shirt underneath, his black Incubus eyes and storm cloud grey hair matching it perfectly. He had a striking resemblance to Macon, but his nose was more pointed, his face as a sort of heart shape, and in fact- almsot every physical feature about him was pointy and sharp, metaphorically speaking.
His female partner -Lena presumed it was his wife- had the same gray hair as her husband, but with a silver shine of expensive hair products. She wore a black dress under a black fur coat that had black feathers places on it in an elegant design, which also had a emerald green shimmer when the light him them just right. She had big circular sunglasses, and a feather headpiece that matched her dress. The young girl guessed she was a Succubus.
Lena walked behind them into a room. Ridley was dressed in a revealing black lace dress with her usual black heels, the pink stripe in her hair washed out for the occasion. Her golden eyes looked at Lena, a somber look of her face. All the other relatives were dressed in black. Some wore black leather, black lace, black feathers, black fur, black silk, and anything else fathomable that a person could wear the gave them a gothic/steampunk look.
Around them was a sleek, black casket. The body of her dead uncle inside it. Everyone knew it was just a cast used to make it seem that his body was there, for he was a pile of Incubus ashes underneath it. He looked like he was asleep- a form no one in the room had probably ever seen, since he didn't need Incubus with the grey hair and the feather-dress wife walked towards an old TV set that had a large carved wooden border, and pressed a button. He slunk back to his spot next to his wife, wrapping his arms around her as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.

The TV lit up automatically, her uncle's face becoming visible. He was younger, his hair more black than grey, and he looked like a mix of Gary Oldman and Robert Downey Jr., which made Lena wonder why he never had a wife, for being so handsome.
"Welcome back home, everyone." said her uncle "As you know, I am now dead." Lena saw the woman in the fur coat let out a short sob. Lena still wondered who she was in the back of her head.
"And this video will serve as my last will and testament. To the countless relatives who are possibly in attendance- I could not decide which of you to give the house to, as each of you have -literally and metaphorically- grew up here, with me." Some people slightly nodded.

"So I didn't choose any of you."
Everyone in the room gasped.