Camera?
Mark sat. He cried as he remembered the good times. It had been more than 13 years together, and now it was done. His best friend had died. He sobbed mercilessly, not comforted by the hugs and reassuring words. "No... he's gone!" Mark cried. His best friend! Gone! The dead body sat on the table, Mark not yet ready to put it in the casket.
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the deceased, a very close friend. Please, can we have a moment of silence as we remember," The preacher trailed off, sounding rather confused. "Uhh..." the preacher started again. "Please, can we have a moment of silence as we remember," he took a deep breath. "Camera."