thomas brandon iii ; batman (bystealth) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-11 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | batgirl, batman, dream, lois lane, michelangelo, oracle, robin, roxanne |
Who: Thomas and whoever shows up.
What: Penelope "Alfie" Worth's funeral.
Where: A well-attended cemetery outside of Portland, WA.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None likely.
There were three funerals, besides Alfie's, that were going at the same time. Seattle had been struck with such a plague of disaster that only those with money or family this far north could afford to escape the boundaries of the devastation and bury their dead.
As a murmur of voices faded into the background behind him, Thomas watched as four people grieved alone on one end of the remote graveyard. While the other two funerals were better attended, this one revealed the silhouette of a small boy in the gray sky, and Thomas felt more interest in the boy than in the proceedings around him. Grief for Alfie was such a familiar experience, echoing out of his past, that he was almost surprised that it hurt this much, and like every other pain he turned it over in his mind and worried at it, wishing he could treat it and set it aside like every other wound. It hurt too much to even be angry, and he hadn't felt that way in a long time.
Someone else had put the funeral together, involving a nice program on cream paper, quiet classical music at the service, someone who knew Alfie less saying nice things about her generosity, and even a priest of some undecided Christian denomination presiding. The small crowd was gathered on the dewed grass as the coffin sank down, and there was already murmurings about the warmth that waited at the reception afterward. Thomas only felt hollowly pleased that whoever-it-was he'd hired did a good job, and then he closed off again, staring off into the years behind him and hiding what he felt behind a distant, blank mask.