Chapter 150: An Epitaph

The children shouted to each other and left the playground equipment they were using to go to the sidewalk. Passing by the entrance to the playground was a short procession of men and women all dressed in black, walking behind a slow-moving hearse that was blasting loud funeral music. The somber instrumental music was made even more eerie by the imperfect audio system that introduced echoes and muffled horns that sounded like voices from beyond the grave. The children who ran to the sidewalk stood quiet as they watched the slow procession, curious at the serious faces of the grieving men and women. A woman wearing a black veil over her head was crying inconsolably while her relatives supported her.

Lisa and Nestie likewise walked towards the entrance to the playground behind the line of children and watched the slow procession.

“I wonder who died,” murmured Nestie as he looked over the heads of the children. His question was quickly answered as he saw a tarpaul