I stood in the middle of the funeral parlor. The white one. I would go with the white one. It was so simple, so beautiful, so like Jamie. Jamie. She was gone. Forever. Why did she have to go? What kind of messed up God, if there was a God to begin with, would take such an angel from this world? I tried to push those thoughts away. Jamie had always told me that faith was all it took and that God did everything for a reason. But what reason could He have for this? I browsed the rest of the caskets before finally coming to rest on the white one. It was beautifully carved out of cedar painted white. It was carved with roses, baby's breath, and daisies. Jamie's favorite flowers. Inside it was covered in beautiful silk. It was so clean and so pure. Jamie would look lovely in it. Hegbert and I had already decided that we would bury her in her wedding dress. She had looked so lovely that day, walking towards me. That day I had vowed that I would always, always try my best to provide for Jamie, make her happy. I knew that it would be hard, and that I wouldn't want to stick it out but I had to do it for Jamie. I had to be strong, had to support her. I knew that whatever I went through it would be worse for her. Aside from the vows that day, I had made a promise to God and to myself that Jamie would come first. She would be more important than my car, my friends, everything. After all, Jamie was just that- my everything.