Lavinia Micheletti

The Questionable Death

It was a closed casket. Of course, it was a closed casket! No proof of the body? I thought as much. I won’t be giving a clear or realistic narration if I was to say it was a happy, enjoyable day. It is always very painful to see all the loved ones of any particular person gathered together to mourn a death. This day, in particular, was dreadfully saddening. All in black, we gathered in a small, local church for the ceremony. One was bound to, at the very least, give a soft sob. It was only natural to enter a deep state of melancholia at the funeral of Axel F. Oyster.