Chapter Eleven: The funeral
It was a cold day as Mort stood ontop of the hill in the small town where her parents lived, where she'd grown up, dressed in black and listening to the service going on about him, tears weren't leaving his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to cry at her death. Sure, he hadn't known her for that long, but people fall in love at first sight, and marry within weeks sometimes. He didn't need to know her that long for her to make an impact. Family, her mother and father stood by the side of the grave and threw their single roses onto the coffin as it was lowered into the ground. Mort looked at their faces, tears falling down both parents cheeks, dolefully staring into the ground, where their daughter lay, he knew he could never imagine how they would mourn. Then they threw the first soil onto the coffin, turned their backs and slowly proceeded down the hill.
He had cared for her, after all, he had comforted her when she cried and smiled at her joy, spent so long in her presence and now she was gone. Hopefully, Mort thought, to a better place, one which would accept her and treat her right, nothing was her fault, she couldn't be blamed for anything in her short life. She had made people happy, she had made them laugh, and that was a great thing, something to be proud of and as Mort left the hill, and her body, he hoped that somewhere above him, her soul was already watching.