"Look's like this guy's got no family."

"He doesn't. But he sort of was like family to me." Mark whispers.

"He raised you?"

"He did, sort of. We didn't have much like for one another, though."

"Then why are you here?"

Mark looks at the man, unsure.

"Because, he has no one to handle his affairs. I suppose I owe him at-least that. Regardless of my feelings for him."

"Well, are you looking for anything specfic?"

"I have a budget about 300 to 500 dollars, if that's plausble at all.

"Well, we do have some in that price range. I'll show them to you, if your just follow me, please."

Mark turns around to Jeff, "You can stay out here, if you want."

"No, I'll come along. I'd like to help."

Mark knods. And they head into the show room together.

Mark wasn't thrilled to have to do this, but he felt like his parent's would have wanted him too. And there really was no one else who would. So here he was picking out a coffin for someone who, if he's to be honest with himself, he didn't remotely like.

Jeff seemed to be highly curious of the process. He listened intently. And looked at each coffin dsiplay, even the ones that were way, way out of budget.

"Wow, 5,0000 dollars for something that's going in the ground." Jeff swipes his hands down the inside fabric. "This is silk, Mark. Can you believe they have silk in a coffin."

Mark knods. "I'm sure it's nice." He hated being here, his stomach was cramping. He felt sick. And he could not stop sweating.

"Is it hot in here to you, Jeffrey?"

Jeff turns to Mark. "No. Look at this one, It's got purple satin. I like this one."

Mark walks over to Jeff, he looks at the dsiplay. "Of course, you'd choose the most out there one."

"I don't think I like the white color, though. Can you imagine how dirty this thing would get, it would be fithly." Jeff remarks.

Mark couldn't help but smile. "You're a weird kid, you know that?"

Jeff just rolls his eyes with a smile of his own. "I'm just saying."

"Gentlemen. Have you looked at everything?"

Mark turns around to face the man. "I think I'm going to need more time to decide."

"That's fine, we have some pamphlets that you can take home. Now, do you have the funeral arraigments made, and a gravestone?"

Mark shakes his head. "No, we don't have anything planned."

"We can do the service, here, if you like. And also, provide a gravestone."

"And how much would that cost."

"Well, it's all in the booklet. Just take it home, look it over and once you've decided, come back over and we can sit down and figure everything up. I will take into consideration your price range for everything, of course."

Mark shakes his hands, and then takes the pamphlets from the man.

"You have a good day, now."

"Thank you, you too."

Jeff knods and heads out the door with Mark.

"Well, that was interesting. Do you think we can afford it, all?"

Mark places his sun glasses on, as they walk towards the motorcycle.

"I don't know, Jeffrey. I would rather not talk about it anymore."

"It's nice of you to take charge of it all, I know how you felt about him." Jeff whispers.

Mark looks down at Jeff. "Thank you, Jeff. But I'm not really doing it for him."

"What do you mean?"

Mark signs.

"I'm doing it for me, I'm forgiving him, and allowing myself to move on. I'm not hold any grudges with the deceased. Do you understand."

Jeff looks down at the ground.

"Of course, I understand. My dad, remember." He whispers.

Mark shakes his head. And places a comforting hand to Jeff's shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

Jeff smiles, places his hand around Mark's back. "It's okay. Let's go home."

"Sure, just what I wanted to do."

"Do you think we can stop, get some chinese food, and pick up a movie?"

"Sure, whatever you want to do."

"You know, Mark. You're going to make me spoiled."

Mark gets on the bike, followed by Jeff.

"Yeah, well, if you ever get too big for your brenches, I'll surely let you know."

Jeff laughs, as he holds onto Mark tightly. As they head out towards home, and to the nearest chinese resturant and blockbuster.

TBC