The small church at the edge of town was packed with teary eyed people in dark dress. The pastor of the church took a deep breath and stood before the crowd in front of the dark blue wood coffin.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in memory of the late Bobsrob StevenBob." He cleared his throat to fight back against the negative energy of the room.
"We mourn now but think of the riches awaiting us in paradise. Think not of him departed, but finally on the greatest adventure of all."
The teenage granddaughter of Bobsrob, Tina Bobstevens, sobbed into a kerchief.
The pastor stepped down and made a gesture for her to come up.
She, along with her mother Bailey BobPam Bobstevens, went up to speak.
Bailey took a deep breath to steel her spirit. she gazed at her gathered friends and loved ones through her dark veil.
"My loving dad was the kindest soul Ive ever known. I know he loved me just as much and i loved him, i was hisblittle girl always. And i know he loved all of you with every part of his heart as well."
Bailey looked back at Tina who was staring into the coffin. her mouth opened for a split second as if to say something but feeling it unwise to say now as her mouth shut again.
"Tine? honey?" she burrowed her brow and peered into the coffin too.
"What? what the fuck?" Bailey mumbled.
"So im not crazy?" asked Tina.
"When did dad get so many plumbob tattoos?" Bailey started. "Where did that blue mohawk come from?!"
Tina started to back away slowly before bursting in the next room.