Sherlock,
It was your funeral today. You've probably seen the condensed highlights courtesy of the world's press, but I'll fill you in on the more interesting details.
Mycroft came. He read your eulogy. There's a media blackout on its contents, but seeing as it was so boring I actually nodded off at one point I'll assume that's more for Mycroft's sake than yours (though when was that ever not the case?). If it were me, I wouldn't want to take credit for anything so dreadfully dull, either.
I ended up sandwiched between Mrs. Hudson and Molly. As I'm sure you can imagine, I missed most of the talking over their choking sobs. Molly has now said "I can't believe he's gone" so many times that it has lost all meaning, and Mrs. Hudson has decided she just misses you.
You know what I'm going to have to say eventually. I know you never wanted to hear me say it, so I'm not going to- not yet. If you keep up this bullshit then I'm going to have to put it into words. There. I threw down the gauntlet. Pick it up.
John