Why.
Sly gulped as he went up before the large crowd of people. He straightened out his speech and cleared his throat.
"Thank you for everyone who came today……last week we lost a beloved member of our community…. James B. Brooklyn was a good man, and many of us only wish there was more we could have done to prevent his death. I knew James growing up……he was an orphan just like me….he … helped me meet my two best friends in the world…..he was the brother and the father I never had…..I only wish that he could be here today…to see just how many people loved him….James, you were an amazing man….you will be forever missed." Sly finished, fighting back tears. He left the podium and sat down next to his friends.
"That was a great speech Sly." Bentley said. Sly tried to smile but he just couldn't. He and the others watched as the casket was lowered. Then they heard the twenty one shots. Sly felt like he was going to puke. He could not stand watching as one of his oldest friends was laid to rest. In his mind were a thousand burning questions, the biggest being: why?