Alice POV
I walked behind the coffin. Eric, Mike, Tyler, Jacob, Quil, and Seth were the pallbearers. I held Jasper's hand tightly. To my right Esme and Carslie walked. Carslie had his hand wrapped around Esme. Esme had taken the death of Edward and Bella especially hard. To my left Emmett and Rosalie held hands. I remembered that day almost a week ago we got the call.
My phone rang. Bella had just died. She had been dead just over 25 hours. It was 10:57 am. We had chased Edward to the airport after Bella died but we couldn't stop him. I looked at the caller ID. It was Aro. I answered it with a shaky voice.
"Hello"
"Hey Alice I hate to be calling under these circumstances but we had kill Edward. He left us no choice he tried exposing our secret."
I had fallen to the ground in pain and hung up the phone. Jasper entered the room just then and since he could sense emotions he immediately knew what was wrong. The rest of the family had entered and told them. We knew that we had to cover up his death so we took his car out to a very remote part of Forks. We staged a car accident. We called the police and they were there within a matter of minutes. We left as soon as we were allowed. Carslie stopped going to the hospital. Rosalie stopped tinkering with cars. Emmett stopped fighting. Esme and I stopped shopping and started wearing jogging pants. Jasper just stopped caring. Jasper's depression leaked onto all of us. We all became depressed without Jasper controlling our emotions.
I sat in the chair in great distress. Why couldn't I stop him? Why couldn't I save him? Suddenly I was called up to speak. Esme was supposed to speak at funeral but couldn't hold herself together. As I walked past the coffin I thought she's at peace now nothing can harm her. Bella looked so peaceful. She was wearing a black halter dress with black shiny ballet shoes. She was holding Edwards ashes which we had begged the Volturi. I walked up to the platform I saw Charlie. His face wet and red with tears. He looked like he hadn't slept since Bella died one week earlier.
"Life is a highway."I began, "You never know what's coming around that bend. Bella and Edward meeting was a hill slanting upward. Bella disappearing was a drop in that hill. Bella coming back was another rise. Bella and Edward getting married was another upward slant in a hill. Bella getting sick and dying was a slow downward spiral that no one knew where it was going to end. It ended with Edward dying in that horrific crash. That day I lost not only a sister and brother. I lost friends, teachers, and my life."I was only halfway through and I was losing it, "Never again will there be someone like Edward or Bella. They are irreplaceable. We will never again see Bella's beautiful blush or Edward's gorgeous eyes. We will never forget the way they laughed or smiled. We will never understand why their lives were cut so short. Taken away at 19 is not fair especially after overcoming so many obstacles. There is so much we do not know. But what I do know is that they do not want this. They don't want us to mourn their deaths. They want us to celebrate their lives. That is why my family is sponsoring the memorial that will be put up in front of the high school."
I walked off the platform back to my family in the front row. We were having a joint burial so that they could be together forever. The same minister that did their wedding then went up to the podium to do some closing prayers. He then closed the casket and said one final prayer. I watched with great interest and sadness as the casket got lowered into the ground.
After the funeral as we walked out of the cemetery I felt suddenly happy. I looked up at Jasper and asked him with my eyes. He just shoke his head. Everyone else seemed to be happier too. Why?
BPOV
I watched our funeral with Edward and his parents. I didn't want everybody to be unhappy. Alice as if reading my mind at that exact moment said the same thing.
"Is there any way I can ease the suffering?" I asked Edward with pleading eyes.
"Sweetie everyone will be much more joyful after the funeral. God made it that way. It's what humans call closure." Elizabeth replied. Edwards's mom and I had become great friends. She liked Edward's choice for his life. She loved how he chose the humane way of life. But most of all she loved me. She loved that Edward had waited and chose a 21st century wife rather than the 20th century bimbos as she had called them. I turned back to the funeral. They were just leaving and as Elizabeth had predicted they were happier. I kissed Edward with confidence knowing that my family would be safe and happy for eternity.