Ryan stood by his mirror and began to get dressed into his suit. It was black with a white shirt, and a black tie. He stood in front of the mirror, and tied his tie. It had taken two years, but finally he was able to tie a tie. "This isn't supposed to happen," he thought to himself. "I'm not supposed to bury my brother."
Although he tried not to show it, the pain that his brother's death had caused him was greater than anyone thought. Even though Ryan did not get along with Trey - he was his brother - his flesh and blood. They had a history together, whatever that may have been. The Christmas, birthdays, recesses, and other endeavors they had shared together were now only distant memories.
Ryan got finished getting ready, and walked into the Cohen house where Sandy, Seth, and Summer were waiting for him so they could drive down to go to the funeral. They all walked across the kitchen and out the front door to the Range Rover solemnly. No one spoke a word. Seth and Summer climbed in the back while Sandy and Ryansat up front and drove to Chino, California.
The entire ride down was extremely quiet. Seth read his comic books. In fact, he had just purchased a new one from a new series at the comic book store the previous day. Summer read her Cosmopolitan. The main article was called "Ten New Positions to Please Your Guy." Ryan looked passively out the window and Sandy drove the sixty miles to Chino.
An hour later, the group had arrived in Chino to the cemetery where the funeral was going to be held. Until this moment, Ryan had tried to believe that it was all a dream, but now he knew he could not lie to himself anymore. Today was the day he was going to bury his brother.