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Ashleigh plopped down in front of the TV and flipped it on. She clicked through the channels looking for cartoons or the morning news, anything really. It was a long weekend and most of the ZBZ girls had gone home, including Casey. She continued going through the channels but most of them had the same thing on, a funeral. As a last resort, she turned on ESPN and even they had it on. She finally decided to put on NBC and see whom it was for at least. If it was on the majority of the channels, the person was probably important.
"Today marks the funeral of Louis Caplin. He passed away three days ago after a massive heart attack. Hundreds have gathered to bid farewell to this beloved man."
A sea of black covered the grounds of Riverside Cemetery. The world's elite was out today to pay their respects. The Queen of England, President Bush, and the Dali Lama were some of the more respected faces. Every politician, philanthropist, industrialist and celebrity that mattered was there. The family probably did not notice.
A half circle had formed around the freshly dug grave with Caplin's widow and wife of over sixty years Cynthia in the middle. On her right were her sons Victor, Charles and Michael and her daughters Sarah, Jane and Laura. On her left was her oldest son Anthony and his family. Behind them stood the rest of the Caplin family, son and daughters in law, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandchildren, then friends and other guests.
Cynthia stood watching the mahogany box being lowered into the ground. She gripped Anthony's hand tighter and pulled him closer to her, begging him for strength. Next to him were his wife Vivian, silently sobbing and clutching her six-month-old daughter, Gabriella, to her chest. Their eighteen-year-old son Andrew stood next to her rubbing her back with one arm and his other was wrapped around his twelve-year-old sister, Jessica. She buried her head into his chest and cried. Next to Jessica, her nine-year-old brother Daniel stood staring blankly at the grave while Susan his fifteen-year-old sister gripped his left hand with both of hers. At the end of the row the oldest grandchild of Louis and Cynthia, Christopher, stood. The twenty one year old was holding his three-year-old brother Theodore with one arm. The small boy rested his head against his brothers' chest and closed his eyes. His other arm was stroking his six-year-old sister, Elizabeth's hair as she stood next to him holding onto his pant leg resting her head on his hip.
Ash gasped as they zoomed in on Christopher.
"Oh. My. God. Cappie!"