The preacher approaches the pulpit, clears his throat, and puts on his glasses. Everyone falls silent, the weight of the moment settling over the room like a heavy fog."This, is, a tragedy. How cruel the world can be. We all take life for granted, not knowing if the next day will be our last. A few weeks ago we said goodbye to our sister Mirah, and today we bid farewell to our brother Frank. We have lost two good people, people of this church. I can't say that my heart isn't heavy, but I stand here today. I look into each one of your hearts, and I can see that you all are deeply troubled as well. At this time, let us pray."Everyone's head hung low except Jack's. His eyes remained fixed on his father's body lying in the casket, unmoving, unnervingly still. He kept staring at his father's chest, watching for the faintest rise and fall, needing to be certain that no breath stirred within it. Thomas, Ricky, a few women, and Mrs. Anne rose and made their way to the front. One by one, the
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