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The Baptist hall had been packed with people who had come to say good bye to Bobby. Although Bobby had been a Jew there was no Synagogue in Charming and the local Baptist hall had agreed to hold the service there, their Reverend conducting the service with Rabbi Samuels from Lodi. One whole side of the hall it was filled with the SONS and the other side was filled with those from outside the MC world who had come to show thier respect.
Over 200 Elvis impersonators had shown up in the past few days to say good bye and they had the night before given a free concert to celebrate the life of Bobby 'Elvis' Munson. Many who had attended had been to one of Bobby's concerts before so they sort of knew what to expect but when they had shown up at the hall the next day in costume still, some of the locals had found it a bit disrespectful but had been assured by the Reverend and the Rabbi and the MC that this was just what Bobby would have wanted.
Some of the SONS were a little tired from the night before, they had had a big party to celebrate his life and some of them had not even gone to bed before coming to the service. The Tacoma prez and his old lady, Gloria were talking to Bobby's friend Wendall, the Elsvis Impersonator who they had seen the day before when they had ridden into Charming.
"I can't believe that Bobby is gone?" Wendall hiccuped into a pink handkerchief. "We were suppose to both be doing a benefit concert in September for sick kids."
The Tacoma prez, Beaver, tried to be as sympathetic as he could. He still found it hard to believe that Bobby and Wendall had been such good friends, they had been the total opposites of one another. Where as Bobby had been an older chubby version of Elvis, Wendall was the younger slimer version and camp as hell with it. No two blokes could have been more different and yet get on so well.
"I remember the first time I saw Bobby perform, his performance inspired me to become an Elvis Impersonator."
Wendall hiccuped into his hanky again, only this time louder. Gloria rubbed his back sympathetically, murmuring to him.
"There...there...it'll be alright."
Gloria glanced over the young mans head glaring at her husband who had started to look very uncomfortable when Wendall had started to sob louder, it was attracting the attention of their closest neighbours. Beaver really didn't do well with people crying and after another particularly loud sob from Wendall, he beat a hasty retreat outside. As he got out of the door he ran into Tig who had also left to have a smoke.
"Hey Tig, how are you doing?"
Tig looked like he had aged about ten years in the last few weeks, he had a weary look in his eyes as if he still couldn't believe that they were burying one of his oldest friends today.
"I'm getting there... I suppose."
Tig took another puff of his cigarette and gazed into the distance before he spoke again.
"Just two weeks ago I was joking with Bobby about something and for the life of me, I can't remember what it was."
Tig shook his head sadly. Beaver put out a steadying hand and squeezed Tigs shoulder, 'it's strange' he thought, 'I can comfort Tig but not Wendall'.
"I suppose we had better get over to our bikes...Escort Bobby to the cemetary!"
Tig nodded at Beavers words and the two of them walked over to join those SONS who were riding in the funeral procession to show Cahrming, just how respected Bobby had been.
At the Cemetary, there seemed to be more people than there had been at the memorial service. As the cavalcade of bikes and cars had pulled into the Cemetary and Bobby's coffin had been pulled from the hearst and placed over the open grave, there had been the sound of more Motorcycles and many had been horrified to see a large contingency of Mayans entering the grounds. The SONS got off thier bikes and went to stand in front of the Mayans before any trouble kicked off though, Clay steeped forward for the SONS, as Alveraz stepped forward for the MAYANS.
"What are you doing here Alveraz?"
"We've come to show our respect for Bobby, not to cause any touble Clay."
"Respect?...WHY?"
"One of the lives that Bobby saved by his actions two weeks ago...was my daughter Alyssia. She was the baby he heard crying in the car. Which is why I and my crew have come to pay our respects to him."
Clay nodded his acceptance of what Alveraz was saying and stepped back to the graveside, the SONS following him. The Mayans stood to one side during the graveside ceremony. There was no trouble and when the ceremony had ended they each of them threw a handful of dirt onto Bobby's coffin. As Bobby's coffin was lowered into the ground, Elvis music was heard rippling across the cemetary and there was not a dry tear in the place even a number of the SONS had tears in their eyes. As for the Elvis, well they were the loudest!
As the people were leaving the cemetary, Clay was approached by Hale. He had come to show his respect for what Bobby had done to save him and the baby he had rescued. He had found it difficult to say the least. Like many in Charming he regarded any one with SAMCRO as nothing but a mindless thug and Bobby's actions had thrown him that day.
A/N sorry if this wasn't what some of you were expecting but I found it quite difficult to do this chapter. I liked Bobby and writing about his funeral was harder than I thought it would be.