He enjoyed funerals. How could he not he was the god of the the dead but this one displeased him. Not to say that it wasn't a lovely, well organized event, it was. There where roses and tiger lilies lying on top of a beautifully made dark blue casket, everyone was in proper attire and all the speakers had said the right things.
Even her brother that had seen so much in his twenty one years had spoken politely and properly, even as tears silently made their way down his face he talked calmly about the deceased. He talked about her strength, courage and beauty while staring unseeingly into the large crowd of gods and mortals that had all gathered to mourn. It was unusual but not unheard of.
Carter had insisted no matter what, that all gods that hadn't tried to violently kill him attend. How could they disagree with him? Carter had done so much the gods at one point or another, who where they to refuse to attend the memorial service of someone who had helped just as much and that he cherished?
No one in the crowd was pleased with how this event had come to pass, of course no one in attendance wanted the young woman to die but dying old and happy with her brother, children and husband around her would have been better. Anything would have been better than the violent death that had ended such a lively spirit.
"We don't 'marry off' girls in my family, and you may know everything about funerals, but apparently you aren't very up to speed on courtship rituals!"
The memories spun in his head as he stared at the recently upturned ground, he hadn't been "up to speed" when he first met the woman who would grow to mean everything to him but he caught up and had never been so pleased with himself as when he saw the happiness and mirth shinning in her eyes when he had asked her if she wanted to dance at a lively wedding she (and he as her date) had been forced into attending.
Less happy memories also swirled in his mind.
He knocked on the heavy oak door twice but there was no answer. She was probably listening to music at a level much loader than necessary. Maybe if he was lucky she would be in her underwear dancing around in her bedroom again. He twisted the gold knob and pushed the door open with his shoulder, smiling at the idea of a half naked Sadie and at the night that awaited them on their fifth year anniversary of being a couple. He searched through the house staring in the living room and ending up at the door to the kitchen. He quietly pulled the door open and then pulled it closed before turning to the kitchen where he assumed Sadie would be sat eating something terrible spicy and blaring music through her headphones. That wasn't what he found though. What he found was her lying there, looking peaceful and innocent but the multiple stab wounds in her stomach ruining her lovely black dress showed that something very evil had taken place. He kneeled and felt at her neck for a pulse that had already faded away.
As he knelt onto the ground in a way much like how he had knelt next to her cooling body he ignored the dirt smearing on his jeans and carefully placed a single rose in front of her tombstone and read it silently to himself.
Here lies Sadie Kane beloved daughter, sister and friend.