Gray skies. Always gray skies. It's like Mother Nature wants to make you sadder on the worst days of your life. The skies were gray today of coarse. It matched the color of the ground of which they were being buried down into. It matched the tie that I wore on my black suit. Even the hearse had more of a grayer rather than black tent to it. Gray like their brain matter that splattered every where on the ironically gray walls while the gray rain poured. I look down and giggle. It even matches the gray shackles I'm accessorizing.