The ceremony was as sad as one would expect it to be. Each person in attendance had an opportunity to come up to the coffin and pay their respects that way, and each person also had an opportunity for a small eulogy for Banquo. While many people understandably did not give one, many others also chose to give one, including the honored Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, and myself. I, out of the three of us that came to the funeral together, did not have to give one, but when one was touched in such a positive fashion by the service of another who has passed, one should want to honor said person, in whatever way one can, and that is what I chose to do with the small eulogy I had chosen to give.
"Thou stayed as true to faith and service as one ever could. He showed all of us what an ideal man should be. He represented what all of us should strive to be. I never knew him on a personal level, but when one admires and honors the dedication, gratitude, and service that this honored man displayed time and time again, one must honor that, for it was well-deserved for all that he did for us."
After I gave my piece, the rest of the ceremony went on, though for the most part for me, it was pretty much a blur. All of the eulogies and sadness kind of blended together into that whirlwind of a storm of sadness and grief that was aforementioned. All of the love and respect that was shown to the man was well-deserved, so it was worth sitting through every second of it, even if it meant having several moments throughout where I felt like I could have gotten up and gone home. As the ceremony was reaching its end, I began to have a conversation with Lady Macbeth.
"It has all been a wonderful time," I said.
"Most definitely, and I do appreciate you decided to join us for this, Ms. Daniella," Lady Macbeth said.
"Well, my lady, when one wants to honor another who has passed on, one will do anything to express that honor, which is what I decided to do," I said.
"And did that you have, in a beautiful fashion. I just wish that I thought that this was all worth it. I wonder why we are here," Lady Macbeth said.
"What do you mean, my lady?" I asked, confused.
Lady Macbeth then quickly realized what kind of comment she made. She made a comment that began to let out a little bit of what she knew, but she quickly shrugged it off, and began to cover her tracks, without me realizing what was going on.
"What I meant by that was I wish I would know what the reasoning behind his death was, and who was the person responsible that committed such a traitorous and horrendous act," Lady Macbeth said.
"Oh, yes. It is still a mystery how it all happened," I said.
"Most definitely," Lady Macbeth said.
Though I was satisfied with my answer at the time, I was questioning the manner in which she had brought the matter to the table. Why would she say it in such a fashion, like it was not of worth attending the funeral of such an honored man? It was strange for sure, and it all became very clear as the next stage of events unfolded.