There were times in his life that he wished that Scrooge would die. Maybe it was just his rebellious faze. He never thought it would be possible though. Eventually Scrooge would gain immortality... somehow.
Donald couldn't help but sob. Della didn't have a funeral, grief for her was spread out over years. Funerals had a feeling of Final, Last, The End. The last funeral he felt like this was his own parents. The persistent memory coming to him in the moment of emotion was the words "They are too young." "They are too young to be dead." "Too young to be orphans." It was all he heard though out his parent's funeral. The words slipped out as he sobbed. He was always teasing Scrooge about his old age, but the words sounded appropriate. Appropriate for the loss of a parental figure who hadn't see their kids progress to stability. Donald was definitely not stable. He wanted Della to be here to hold his hand, or give him a hug, or anything. It was too much, too much to think about. He had to run out of that dark room. Get some air.